Low, Down, Dirty-Eminem

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