Once again, it's the sinister, cynical, minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy Administer of the pain, just finished huffin' the paint And muffled the fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays His venom he spray reaches like beams of energy rays Menacin' stares, he glares, makin' the hairs All on the back of yo' neck stand like Dracula, yep Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan Yeah, Angela, so I command you to start dancin' Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark Throwin' animal parts at Scarlett Johansson Enter my gas chamber, you're gangsta my ass He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass He's got his face in a mask, your bloodstains on his glass table I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel, posing With or without clothing, next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing Windows opening, shutting, doors opening, closing I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine I was only s'posed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring I need a drink, I'm standin' over the sink, posing Myself, self-loathing, 'cause I'm on a brink, mostly I don't wanna think, "This will make everything rosy" Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toe-sies Totally frozen while I close in, I'm yodeling "Rosey, won't you come out to play?" Ain’t no sense Wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers Making shrines of my crimes and capers My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends Go to Europe and put Neurofens in my syrup and stir them You never heard him like this, so don't encourage him The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin' Eighty spirits of ladies 'cause Shady murdered the virgins Crazy turn of events, and then he emerged, took Over the world and reeled in all the children Lured 'em into the buildin' and killed 'em Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels, and Still can spin straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol- three pills, the Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin' There's nothin' but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildrid He's ill wit' it, he still shouldn't be healed There's no one as sick as he, emcees'll get fricasseed on the grill then
Thank you for putting Em's bars on this. I was getting tired of reading everyone else's sorry ass dick riding attempts at being edgy thinking nobody would notice they're all just bargain brand knock offs with zero lyrical prowess. Or the dude so desperate for bitches he said that they're ripping up dudes and need to jump on one of his tracks, but knew if he actually posted his "bars" he'd be exposed as being equal parts whack and thirsty.
I have a habit of manic and psychopathic behavior, A savior to the devil when I’m doing him favors, Good or bad I’m kinda glad I got ya’ll has haters, Shades of, Stevie Wonder under the darkest of makers, Part of Gods work, like bolts hurled, And malt turned into lava scarring all your faces, Rain mixed with electric blessed with the power of Hades, Spitting written words ya’ll turned back to your cases, Tripping written words I’ve tied together your laces, Keep your enemies closer I feel your hatred, Flip the script on triple nines because I’m Satan, I’m your own worst enemy that you are caged in, Suffocating your intake till your lungs cave in…
Attack 'em, on this track, baggin' bodies, then we stack 'em, facts, I'll clap back, and sack hacks, faster than you can tag 'em, braggin' like you got some albums, but for me, this mic is valium, and I'm addicted to spit, this quick witted shit, I pound 'em, but let's get back to the fact that diss track is comin' after the pissed, whack asses, only gifted with laughter, but I'm emptying bladders, it doesn't matter if you wanna rap, go back to chutes and latters, cause this is a game for the batters, and I'm takin' a swing, at your balls, cause I'm badder than y'all, so go gather, the platter, for this hungry master of wordplay, move bitch, get out the way of this disaster, I find the beat and I lock it, the only bars you ever dropped, were made outta chocolate, face it, you're not it, and as you're challenged to balance your talents, I drink from the chalice of malice, you're in wonderland, Alice, and your situation is dire, getting cooked by the mad hatter spittin' lines of fire, you should maybe retire, cause your flows lack that heat, while my flames grow brighter, we're dukin', but you're losin', shoryuken, Street Fighter, don't bother, I go harder and hotter, and I'm resistant to water, if you try to put me out, I'll put you down, like a vet, it's a slaughter, so never forget, I aim for the head, with no spotter, and with the push of the trigger, you're a goner, still wanna battle? Who do you think is quicker, and smarter? I'll reload before you get ahold of your doctor, these words have taken their toll, puttin' holes in this cannon fodder, cause when I get on the mic, I like to body these talkers, like a stalker gettin' caught, all their talkin' is awkward, but I'll let you speak your piece, cause defeat, is no longer an option, come at me, but if it's weak, I'll put you up for adoption...Lol. Just somethin' dumb I wrote.
Soon as Im In the booth,I Spit On this microphone Slaughterhouse Beat,the Name Is microphone Get brained by a lyrical cy-c-lone Rhymes so hot,they melt the microphone That's right,more bitches Than Al Capone, Hornier than a snake onPheromones You're No Good,getOff the microphone Came out my Momma,holdin a microphone Get in the booth, I Bang On the microphone RickRoss, put down the microphone,FuckinFag, yeah me Im in theZone ImTheMC that deserves throne,apart From Eminem,hes TheSickest One I know
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Once again, it's the sinister, cynical, minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy
Administer of the pain, just finished huffin' the paint
And muffled the fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he spray reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacin' stares, he glares, makin' the hairs
All on the back of yo' neck stand like Dracula, yep
Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan
Yeah, Angela, so I command you to start dancin'
Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwin' animal parts at Scarlett Johansson
Enter my gas chamber, you're gangsta my ass
He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater
You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass
He's got his face in a mask, your bloodstains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel, posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing
Windows opening, shutting, doors opening, closing
I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only s'posed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing
I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink, I'm standin' over the sink, posing
Myself, self-loathing, 'cause I'm on a brink, mostly
I don't wanna think, "This will make everything rosy"
Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toe-sies
Totally frozen while I close in, I'm yodeling
"Rosey, won't you come out to play?" Ain’t no sense
Wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
Making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put Neurofens in my syrup and stir them
You never heard him like this, so don't encourage him
The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than
The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'
Eighty spirits of ladies 'cause Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turn of events, and then he emerged, took
Over the world and reeled in all the children
Lured 'em into the buildin' and killed 'em
Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels, and
Still can spin straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin
Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol- three pills, the Real Slim
Shady's entered the buildin'
There's nothin' but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildrid
He's ill wit' it, he still shouldn't be healed
There's no one as sick as he, emcees'll get fricasseed on the grill then
Thank you for putting Em's bars on this. I was getting tired of reading everyone else's sorry ass dick riding attempts at being edgy thinking nobody would notice they're all just bargain brand knock offs with zero lyrical prowess. Or the dude so desperate for bitches he said that they're ripping up dudes and need to jump on one of his tracks, but knew if he actually posted his "bars" he'd be exposed as being equal parts whack and thirsty.
I have a habit of manic and psychopathic behavior,
A savior to the devil when I’m doing him favors,
Good or bad I’m kinda glad I got ya’ll has haters,
Shades of, Stevie Wonder under the darkest of makers,
Part of Gods work, like bolts hurled,
And malt turned into lava scarring all your faces,
Rain mixed with electric blessed with the power of Hades,
Spitting written words ya’ll turned back to your cases,
Tripping written words I’ve tied together your laces,
Keep your enemies closer I feel your hatred,
Flip the script on triple nines because I’m Satan,
I’m your own worst enemy that you are caged in,
Suffocating your intake till your lungs cave in…
GOD Damn it this is so dope bea , thank you for uploading this dope instrumental , i'm really happy to be able to rap on this beat
this is it dude
waddup dez
Attack 'em, on this track, baggin' bodies, then we stack 'em, facts, I'll clap back, and sack hacks, faster than you can tag 'em, braggin' like you got some albums, but for me, this mic is valium, and I'm addicted to spit, this quick witted shit, I pound 'em, but let's get back to the fact that diss track is comin' after the pissed, whack asses, only gifted with laughter, but I'm emptying bladders, it doesn't matter if you wanna rap, go back to chutes and latters, cause this is a game for the batters, and I'm takin' a swing, at your balls, cause I'm badder than y'all, so go gather, the platter, for this hungry master of wordplay, move bitch, get out the way of this disaster, I find the beat and I lock it, the only bars you ever dropped, were made outta chocolate, face it, you're not it, and as you're challenged to balance your talents, I drink from the chalice of malice, you're in wonderland, Alice, and your situation is dire, getting cooked by the mad hatter spittin' lines of fire, you should maybe retire, cause your flows lack that heat, while my flames grow brighter, we're dukin', but you're losin', shoryuken, Street Fighter, don't bother, I go harder and hotter, and I'm resistant to water, if you try to put me out, I'll put you down, like a vet, it's a slaughter, so never forget, I aim for the head, with no spotter, and with the push of the trigger, you're a goner, still wanna battle? Who do you think is quicker, and smarter? I'll reload before you get ahold of your doctor, these words have taken their toll, puttin' holes in this cannon fodder, cause when I get on the mic, I like to body these talkers, like a stalker gettin' caught, all their talkin' is awkward, but I'll let you speak your piece, cause defeat, is no longer an option, come at me, but if it's weak, I'll put you up for adoption...Lol. Just somethin' dumb I wrote.
DOPE ASS BEAT
Soon as Im In the booth,I Spit On this microphone
Slaughterhouse Beat,the Name Is microphone
Get brained by a lyrical cy-c-lone
Rhymes so hot,they melt the microphone
That's right,more bitches Than Al Capone,
Hornier than a snake onPheromones
You're No Good,getOff the microphone
Came out my Momma,holdin a microphone
Get in the booth, I Bang On the microphone
RickRoss, put down the microphone,FuckinFag, yeah me Im in theZone
ImTheMC that deserves throne,apart From Eminem,hes TheSickest One I know
how are females rippin dudes.... WHATTTTT!!!!!!!!! ladies needa hop on one of my tracks