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Ok, I'm going to attempt to drown myself. You can try this at home, You can be just like me. Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan Brady I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman Something's not right I'm sorry, I'm mentally retarded Slim Shady I think thats my name Letras de canciones This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out Cuz y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?) Climped out of a nice house, through the front window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's my couch, bitch!" Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin vertical Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved And Sway & Tech, two disk jokeys Breakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they inject Something's not right I'm sorry, I'm mentally retarded Slim Shady I think thats my name I'm ice grillin you, starin you down with a gremlin grin I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias to save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spazmatic strapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bed Laid up in the hospital in critical condition I flatlined; jumped up and ran from the mortician High speed, IV full of thai weed Lookin Chinese, with my knees stuck together like siamese twins, joined at the groin like lesbians Uhh, pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins I hope God forgives me for my sins -- it probably all depends on if I keep on killin my girlfriends Something's not right I'm sorry, I'm mentally retarded Slim Shady I think thats my name Last night I O.D.'d on rush, mushrooms and dust and got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (Shucks!) I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say I call in to work, cause all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (RRARRRRH) Give me eleven Excederin my head'll spin Medicine'll get me revvin like a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls til I shredded skin "Doctor, check this rash, look how red it's been" "It's probably AIDS!" Forget it then I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows that don't even make sense, like dykes usin dildos From Letras Mania