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hi kids! do you like violence? (yeah yeah yeah!)
wanna see me stick nine inch nails, through each one of my eyelids? (uh-huh!)
wanna copy me and do exactly like i did? (yeah yeah!)
try ‘cid and get f-cked up worse that my life is? (huh?)
my brain’s dead weight, i’m tryin’ to get my head straight
but i can’t figure out which spice girl i want to impregnate (oh)
and dr. dre said, “slim shady you a base-head!” uh-uh!
“so why’s your face red? man you wasted!”
well since age twelve, i’ve felt like i’m someone else
’cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
got p-ssed off and ripped pamela lee’s t-ts off
and smacked her so hard i knocked her clothes backwards like kris kross
i smoke a fat pound of gr-ss and fall on my -ss, faster than a fat b-tch
who sat down too fast
c’mere sl-t! (shady, wait a minute, that’s my girl dog!)
i don’t give a f-ck, god sent me to p-ss the world off! my english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
thanks a lot next semester i’ll be thirty five
i smacked him in his face with an eraser
chased him with a stapler
stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (ow!)
walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
flashed the bartender, then stuck my d-ck in the tip cup
extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a sp-ce ship
while they screamin’ at me “let’s just be friends!”
ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to
i just found out my mom does more dope than i do (d-mn!)
i told her i’d grow up to be a famous rapper
make a record about doin’ drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)
you know you blew up when the women rush your stands
try to touch your hands like some screamin’ usher fans (ahh!)
this guy at white castle asked for my autograph (dude, can i get your autograph?)
so i signed it, “dear dave, thanks for the support, -sshole!” stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)don’t just stand there, operate!
i’m not ready to leave, it’s too scary to die (f-ck that!)
i’ll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
(huh yup!) am i comin’ or goin’?
i can barely decide
i just drank a fifth of vodka
dare me to drive? (go ahead) all my life i was very deprived
i ain’t had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
(whoops!) clothes ripped like the incredible hulk
i spit when i talk, i’ll f-ck anything that walks (c’mere)
when i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits
how you gonna breast feed me mom? you ain’t got not t-ts!
i lay awake and strap myself in the bed
put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang!)
i’m steamin’ mad (argh!) and by the way when you see my dad? (yeah?)
tell him that i slit his throat, in this dream i had

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