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Warning, this shit's gon be rated R, restricted
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You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted
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Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
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Arrested, molested myself and got convicted
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Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises
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Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
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I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyl
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Disrespectful
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Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo
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"Murder Murder Redrum"
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Brain size of a bread crumb
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Which drug will I end up dead from
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Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated
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"How in the fuck can Eminem and shady be related?"
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Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter
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Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder
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Jumped out (Ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her
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Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was little'er
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Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin Bette Midler
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Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler
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Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler
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Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her
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(Redman Sample)
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I'm low down and I'm shiftee
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And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack'em
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And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
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(repeat)
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I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons
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With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds
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Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits
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Doing whippits, passed out like Sanford snippits
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Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it
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I'ma let your grandpa hit it
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Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it
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Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
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But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum
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So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
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Losing all of my leverage
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Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left rich
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Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage
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Smoked out like ?
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Band just making my neck itch
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What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
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You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
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Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips
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Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips
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Slap hips, support domestic violence
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Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
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I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking?
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If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in
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Chorus
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My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling
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Lit it like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
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I'm out the game, put the second string in
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This Brandy got my swinging
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Bobbing back and forth like a penguin
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Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken English
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Make your mama be like "Ohh! This is good! Who sing this?"
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"Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
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It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit."
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It was predicted by a medic
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I'd grow to be an addicted diabetic
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Living off liquid Triametic
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Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishing
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Panicing, I think I might have just took too much Anasin
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Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
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I think I'm dying, God is that you?
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Somebody help me, before I OD on an LP
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Take me to ER ASAP for and IV
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Motherfuck JOP, they don't support no hip hop
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They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon come is Tupac
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It's politics, it's all a fix
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Setup by these white blue collared hicks
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Just to make a dollar off of black music
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With a subliminal ball of tricks
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But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks
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Chorus
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Low Down Dirty
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Eminem |