﻿Uh uh uh play that shit. What the fuck you doing Stretch. Gotta stretch your neck. You better protect it. I’mma inspect today. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ho ho. Where’s my words at. Yo see Slim Shady yo where the birds at. Me and Flip the middle ones. Rappers get these little ones in they mouth. These little nuts yeah. Shit I don’t care I ain’t afraid to admit it. I got a little dick yeah but so do you. You scared to admit it. You won’t spit it on this mother friggen mic. Cause I will strike and smack your ass like a friggen fag. And I don’t care if you get offended. I never pretended to rock this microphone beef. You wanna start it now we’ll end it. Cause when I slip in the zone up on this microphone. People want me to do a written rap but fuck that go home. I don’t really give a damn I’ll kick right off of the top. And everything that I drop always gonna remain hot. Let on the spot Slim I mean woops Grim it’s when im dim. Yo I’m in affect mode. Rappers get they neck sewed. Get they whole threshold fucked up. Get they game presto. Ha ha. I busted I kill it I crush it I do it the fluid I spill it I’m ill wit. These motherfucking rhymes that I be coming with there running with me. Kick you in the motherfucking stomach shit. Cause you don’t want none of it. Rappers always try but they always die. And rappers always stuck to me and tried to lie. (Arf Arf). Yo where my dogs at. Yo (err ribbit) where my frogs at. In the house It really doesn’t matter cause I still turn it out. When I step on this mic smacking your spouse. Ha Ha. The illest MC to come off the top. When I get this drum off. Yo Strech give me a break let me catch my friggen breath. And till` the death bust rhymes till` there’s none left. I’m wanted for theft and robbery. And probably smack a bitch up in the lobby G. Cause she don’t want none of me. I’m the illest MC to ever hold a cordless on the planet earth and you’ll see. That I’m from the friggen D. Ya’ll don’t get my point I’m from Detroit. Smoking fake grass like a joint. That’s the first simplest rhyme I ever said in my life. But at the end of the night I’ll still be fucking your wife. Shit I really don’t care your style needs to switch. Cause you ain’t rich that’s why you ain’t rich. Remain underground can’t come off the top. You can’t drop rhymes nonstop like this. I might twist my friggen dick up in your ear. Rappers always wanna stand clear. I’m a motherfucking landmine. Ya’ll don’t understand mine. I’m Slim Shady showing out like my tan line. Ha ha. The illest MC to rhyme. Every time the illest MC of our time. I rhyme time and time twice but I’m nice. With this mic device I slice right through your Adams apple. I had a Snapple and a motherfriggen syringe. Up in the bathroom I shouldn’t have but yo I boinked. To any MC up in this shit who want some. To any MC who wanna step up and get some. Get done fuck competition. Let me catch my breath one more time. Yo I’m on a mission. To stomp any MC comp I just trunked. And swamp is this truamp unheard no its not. Yo but here I go with this lyrical lyricols spiritual flows that I slow. Driving MC’s crazy Slim Shady up in your motherfucking radio baby