In-Outs (Explicit)-High & Mighty/Cage

In-Outs (Featuring Cage) (explicit) - The High And Mighty Slim Shady, that's me Iron Mic Trilogy, back with the flyest material Shady, that's me Iron Mic Trilogy, back with the funky beats Packing the third eye rush you it's cyclops They trade in their high tops for night sized white rocks Words in my right, they pass my left ear [Incomprehensible] write the [Incomprehensible] next year Bear this grenade, you got stunned like virgins Who that cat splurgin' instead of rehearsin'? Tough guys, DJ Travi, your high rise Lookin' more like Ronald then the f**kin' fry guys Go on uptown, f**kin' senoritas In Taco Bell, screamin', ‽Vivas Gorditas” Bring all your dogs, I give 'em rabies They never had a chance, I might chew up all their babies Pope John Paul, the second, brain like Satan Have your vegan girlfriend cookin' up bacon I'm obituite with that sh*t that you hit Slow my spliff with ya 'cause mine to pick wit her My nine is limpin' ya, six deep when I spray rounds Hit you with 12 shots in mid air an' four more on the way down This eight straight strays to a kid's hair on the playground You lay down on a stretcher, don't get carried away now No pun intended, snapped out of your whip An' leave it unattended before I whip out this gun an' end it Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute 'Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those Even if someone's in it [Incomprehensible] the airbag, hit the corner an' park it Corner o' the market, I got her tied up in a chair an' gag B**ches get smacked an' grabbed by the hair an' dragged Like cave-women, while I'm grave diggin' with Marilyn Mans If you got a bowl of hash, better cash it Dollar signs flashin', I'ma take ya last hit An' if you're spittin' whack sh*t on the microphone I'ma snatch it outta your hand, so fast I'ma detach it So if you got a bowl of hash, better cash it Dollar signs flashin', I'ma take ya' last hit I'm flabbergasted, off two tabs of acid Threw my baby's mother in a hatch-back an' latched it Yo, Eon's whack now, how you dig that? Couldn't get on my record if you were straight rap Desecrate [Incomprehensible] with these rhymes I be totin' Let's go back online an' jerk off on your modem I got stupid mucus from these loose lips My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak To the point that you stand up on your feet, best retreat Let's go back in time an' steal my whole seed The quickenin', did a briss at the crispenin' I'm exercisin' to upliftin' the foot stage This thing's the nicest, I keep tellin' you What the f**k this guy on the corner been sellin' you? I'm e-mailin' you, at the wrong website Misspellin' you, break you an' put the fear of Hell in you Escape above you, stuff the nurse in a purse Disperse, like I added too many words in a verse Slim Shady, a perverted version of birth Drivin' off, leaving the murdered virgin at church The first person who searchin' the earth for the motherf**ker That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the surgeon first You don't curse an' hit with your own words Leave me alone, b**ch, I get on my own nerves An' if I don't got two balls an' a middle finger to throw up Then I'm takin' off both shoes an' stickin' each middle toe up If y'all got a bowl of hash, better cash it Dollar signs flashin', I'ma take ya last hit An' if you're spittin' whack sh*t on the microphone I'ma snatch it outta your hand, so fast I'ma detach it So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it Dollar signs flashin', I'ma take ya last hit I'm flabbergasted, off two tabs of acid Threw my baby's mother in a hatch-back an' latched it Any disease out there, I'm willin' to catch it Slim Shady, all praises to the High an' Mighty Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper