First word, excrimate
Exclimate, is that what you said?
My next defense, against these extra men
Who try to step to me and wanna have sex again
(Vaseline)
You little sickass, Ill spray you with gasoline
They try to jack me off with Vaseline
My ass is clean, I smash your spleen
When I crash the scene
(Cell phone)
With a cell phone, now who the hell is home?
Yall cant tell Paul how to throw me words
(Animal crackers)
Cause animal crackers is what I do when I eat MCs like a cannibal backwards
Ha ha, I got it, thats not it
Fake rappers get spotted
(Broken headphones)
Like broken headphones, you head home, you speed home
You get your head blown, rappers try to step, they speak in the dead tones
So I aint trying to hear them, give me another, word to your mother
(Stretch Armstrong)
Stretch Armstrong, my brother, coming with rhymes every time that I be drumming
Running with this shit when I kick MCs in the stomach
And star wars, this cars a Taurus
Yo, how many bars we hit tonight, cause Im drunk off
(Peanut butter)
Off peanut butter, you see my dick and you start to stutter
Start to utter, words that you shouldnt utter
(Mark Whalberg)
Cause Mark Whalberg is a small turd, and Ima step on him like dogshit
A fore fist, so rappers just get off it, I come across with
(Pulp fiction)
With pulp fiction, yo Ill eat you like a big gulp addiction
Like slurpees, got herpes, got a head a piece, rest my anises(?)
Got brain damage, Im dumber than brain madness(?)
Theres mayonnaise on this, I need a plain sandwich
Hurry up, give me one, rappers wanna step to this, they give me none
(Fresh vegetables)
With fresh vegetables, my testicles are hanging off to the left of you
Youre bisexual, and theres a guy next to you, standing, rappers know that I
be-
(Preparation H)
Preparation H, you didnt even let me finish my rhyme
Just shut up for one more time, while I just jime, on this
Microphone, cause Ima be honest, any MC who tries to step to this
Im making you a promise, that what? Give me a word
(Nostradamus)
That Nostradamus is blowing up your house, killing your foster mammas
And coming back to get your parents, well I have it
These rhymes are fourteen karat, solid gold
Rappers step to me, you get your wallet stole
(Times Square)
In Times Square, I got blond hair, Im higher than con air
Rappers dont want to see me, Ill butt fuck Goldie Hawn bare
In a lawn chair, cause Im there
(Kurt Russell)
With Kurt Russell, saying come here Goldie, you want my love muscle?
I know you want it, I get plunted(?), then I
Kick these, freestyles just like whipped knees
(Taxicab)
With a taxicab, Ill smack a bitch with a maxi pad
Where we going? Dont ask me dad
Leave me alone, Im not trying, to even hear you
Dad, I hope youre fucking dying, off this porno mag
Yo, did you see my ad? Yo, wait a minute, did you see my ass?
Is what I meant to say, I meant to say a rhyme that goes this way is elementary
For the century, Slim Shadys is gonna be the illest
(Flamingos)
What? Flamingos? My mother goes out and plays bingo
Every single day, at the bingo hall, thats why my dick is single, small
Didnt blow up, just dont give a what? A cuff?
Didnt blow up, just dont give a what? A cuff?
(DTs fired)
But DTs fired, hes retired, hes not hired, yo plus Im tired
Of busting and spitting this rhyme nonstop, Im on top
Taking records to the pawnshop, stretch
Damn, see my big ick? Catch
Put a D in front of it, rappers dont want none of it
Coming with a ton of shit to spill, Slim Shady yo, I get ill with the skill
Baby, aight baby, Slim Shady
Kick eighty million rhymes, till Im older than Grady
Spilled gravy, all over my damn navy blue avi
Bye bye |
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