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verse 1 – exz
f-ck a hospital, they always messing with my patience
i’m the illest dude here, why you tending other patients?
a sp-wn of satan, got the fuel to feed the fire
i’m seasoned with d’evils like i’m scotty niedermayer
all the diseases i’ve acquired? get this, i’m sick enough
to be giving your chick syphilis when i’m kissing up on her lipstick
a misfit, kid fitted to strip your mistress
till i knock a 9 over to flip it, triple the digits
yeah i said it, level-headed but level ain’t where i’m headed
cause i’m better than whatever you’re repping
or the dude that’s embedded up on your jersey, how the
f-ck you feeling worthy – my game big – word on the street?
entire clergies want to murder me burgundy
but i’m surely ready
give me the microphone my wit will turn it into machette
to k!ll, impose my will, they tryna hitch me but this sh-t be too risky
i am legend, they want my handc-ck, but i’m saving independence
demented, meant to be mentally ill
keeping 100 in my chamber, my lane, my game on stilts
but still, my brain deadened, so i’m checking into a psych ward
they give me their ears – you tyson – what you tryna bite for?
no i’m, not in my right mind, you might find, this guy climb
up to the tallest tower and jump, claiming that my flight fine
i asked therapy to marry me, she barely
hesitated to answer then buried me with a cancer
sick of the baggage that my close friend jan sports
every time i pick her up this sh-t just magically transports
back to me, it’s blasphemy, a tragedy that actually
had to be bad to see, this mortal kombatants fatality
but that ain’t sad to me, sat and grieved at the casualty
until i realized, it’s about time to summon the bad in me
so now, i pop flames – reggie miller with 3’s
it’s playmaker, see ain’t n0body iller than me
verse 2 – eminem
n0body better test me, cuz i don’t wanna get messy
especially when i step inside this b-tch, d-ck freshly
new lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
before i do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
true thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
whippin’ 40-bottles like the f-ckin’ pepsi clubs
down a fifth, crack open a six
i’m on my seventh 8-ball, now i gotta take a p-ss
i’m hollerin’ at these hoes that got boyfriends
who gives a f-ck who they was
i’m always takin’ someone else’s girl like cool j does
they probably don’t be packin’ anyways, do they fuzz?
we walked up, stomped they -sses and blew they buzz
mics get sandblasted
stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
sprayed your motherf-ckin’ crib up when i ran past it
f-ckin’ felon, headed to h-ll in a handbasket
talkin’ sh-t will get you, your girl and your man blasted
kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in saran plastic
get your d-mn -ss kicked, by these fantastic
furious four motherf-ckers
flashin’ in front of your face without the grand masters
slim shady, ain’t n0body iller than me
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