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Shady, me
High & Mighty Trilogy with the fliest material
Shady, Shady, me
High and Mighty back with the funky beats

Packin' this third eye, a Cyclops
They trade in they high for nice sized white rocks
Words in my right, pass my left ear
Your is ass-out like the Bulls are next year

Fear this veneer, you get stung like
Who that cat instead of rehearsing'?
guys, degentrify your high rise
Lookin' more like Ronald them fuckin' Fry Guys

Go on uptown fuckin'
In Bell screamin', "Viva gorditas"
Bring all your dogs, I give em
They had a chance like my two aborted babies

Got Pope John the second, prayin' to Satan
Have your girlfriend cookin' up bacon
On barbiturates that shit that you hit
Smoke my spliffs withcha, 'cause spinal

My nine is liftin' ya, six feet when I rounds
Hit you with twelve shots in mid-air and four more on the way
As eight strays graze through a kid's on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher, don't get carried now

No pun intended, hop out of your whip
And it un-attended before I whip out this gun and end it
Unless you want it dented bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those if someone's in it

Snatch the airbag, hit the and park it
the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and
Like women, while I'm gravediggin' with Marilyn Manson

If you got a bowl of better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your hit
And if you spittin' wack shit on the
I'ma snatch it outta your hand so fast detach it

So if you got a of hash, you better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma your last hit
I'm off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in the hatchback and it

Yo yo, Eon's wack now, how you that?
Couldn't get on my record if you were rap
Desecrate a crate with these rhymes I be
Let's go back online and jerk off on your

I got stupid mucus from these loose
My loose leaf leave your whole weak
To the point you stand up on your feet, best retreat
Let's go back in time and steal my steez

The Quickening, did a at the christenin'
I'm exercisin', doin' liftings and
Instinct's the nicest, I tellin' you
What the this guy on the corner been sellin' you?
Here, buy

I'm e-mailin' you at the wrong
And mispellin' you, prank you and put the of hell in you
Escaped Bellevue, stuffed the in a purse
Disperse like I added too words in a verse

Slim Shady, a perverted version of
Drivin' off, leavin' a virgin at church
The first person who the earth for the motherfucker
That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the first

Get thrown curves and hit your own words
Leave me alone, bitch, I get on my own
And if I don't got two and a middle finger to throw up
I'm takin' off both and stickin' each middle toe up

If you got a of hash better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take last hit
And if you spittin' wack on the microphone
I'ma snatch it outta your so fast I'ma detach it

So if you got a bowl of hash, you better it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your hit
I'm flabbergasted off two of acid
my baby's mother in the hatchback and latched it

Any disease out there, I'm willin' to it
Slim Shady, all praises to the & Mighty

Slim Shady, naughty rotten
Mr. Eon, rhyme dropper
Slim Shady, rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest dropper
Slim Shady, naughty rhymer
Mr. Eon, rhyme dropper