The Black Slim Shady
The Game
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Hey grandma I'm still out here makin' my Uber runs I'll be home soon I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile Okay, okay, love you too G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G-) Shady Aftermath (yeah) Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go Yeah (G-G) I don't think they know who they fuckin' with Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady I unpack the hear with my oven mitts I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady It's Game, sick in the brain Sick as the day that I came Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip and aim Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with the Novacane Sick and tired of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name I stick my dick in your Black ass Shallow bitch on the show, just to lick the tip it's ridiculous She watchin' it grow Cross-eyed, crosshairs on my enemies If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash into a light bolt Now you crawlin' out the driver side like a centipede And me, I'm finna be on a jet to the Philippines Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don't intervene While I'm smashin' Saweetie pussy to smithereens It's the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I'm him Puttin' this big black dick in your Skims I don't think they know who they fuckin' with Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady I unpack the hear with my oven mitts I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night I was wasted last night, I went ape shit last night Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn't taste it last night (hahaha) Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got out party on So fee-fi-fum, I'm with 40 goin' dumb Not E-40, the other 40, I'm with Canadians in Drake's house Havin' a stakeout And I'm so tired of orderin' takeout, what's beef? Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out So let's play house with the Dracos and ARs Stay the f*ck up off of Stanley gras and take a shit in they yard And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet Here it is, another BBL And my dick get little on the internet My intellect is NFT's and Cyptos, I can never be a Crip though I tip-toe with my red rag arouns six O's Chuck? Yeah Hey man, let's get you out the rain Good lookin', how's your day goin', bro? I'm cool, man, you don't need that mask Nobody cared about that shit anymore You got a charger up there with you? Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too Good lookin', homie Ayo, I really f*ck with that starter cap, that shit hard as f*ck Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace What? He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago Damn It's my favorite Can I see that shit for a minute? Uh, yeah, sure Oh, shit, this motherfucker autographed and everything Who signed it for you? Eminem He used to be like this rap God Man, me and my brother praised him Back when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff Whoa, wait, I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have a gu-? Yo, shut the f*ck up Ayy, man, I'm drivin', I'll get you there wait I'll take you, I'm a fan, that's cool Stop lookin' back, stop lookin' back here It's cool, dude, man, you don't need to do this Focus on the fuckin' road Okay Yo, come on, man Alright Drive Alright, alright Drive We'll go, we'll go Shut the f*ck up Alright Ask Dre All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC-10 One thing you can never have it my motherfuckin' black skin This ain't no suit that I wore This ain't a mansion, a hangin' plaque, this ain't no stupid award So, oh, he goes platinum And, oh, I'm on the 'Math with him He got all the blackest friends He wanted to be African, me Left for dead on the Dr.'s Advocate Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagine it Oh, here foes the magic tricks Canady shops and the magic stick DeAngelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again You depressed, you just maskin' it You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin But the math wasn't mathin-in' So pass me the torch 'cause the torture in my mind With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9's When you was pretendin' to be the white Royce da 5'9 I just crossed a fine line Might just force the white guy to call D12 So he can be the pork they grind, swine And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car I'd rather listen to Snith9ine like sixty-nine times And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you You're a Karen, call the cops, tell 'em it's a black man on your black With a Glock and he got it cocked And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop He standin' on a (?) drop and he says he can feel Pac in the air Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin' (Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island) So silence, I'm-, I'm thinkin', uh, mm, yeah Nothin' rhymes with orange So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please stand up Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up I could 40-Glock you, unarmed Drop the world on your head with one arm Dear Slim, Hailie's with me and she's unharmed for now (Dad, I'm really scared) These are the deepest secret, I keep and I be on defence 'Cause G's ain't supposed to fold up With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up I'm cold as Covid, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona On each side of my shoulders is demon chasin' Jehovah The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (how it feel?) Twenty-three years, still ain't penetratin' the culture You are not top five in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes No Andre, no Nas, stop tellin' white lies Sniff a white line, this the right time I Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I'm not Mr. Nice Guy I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) Dre know I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) Way to fuckin' go You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in the scope ('Cause I'm shady) shadier than him (I'm crazy) crazier than Kim So when the bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains Oh, you think I'm a joker? Well, riddle me this You love your mother? Well, I'm cleanin' out your closet for you and your half-brother And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanted to walk eight miles But you wouldn't leave the studio, your life in on loop That's why I'm doggy in style, 'cause niggas rather bump Snoop And I'm a lyrical .50 cal Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin' The chainsaw, vrinn vrinn Hello? Hello? Pagin' Dr. Dre? He ain't got a lot to say But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt' And force 'em back in the cocoon Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too? The chick on the show wasn't pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana You wish you was Santana or Cam in them ten Jays Durag for ten years and never had one wave And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave And some say he would back to haunt Slim Shady one day Now I'm here, hope you ready, this is not mom's spaghetti This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil' Debbie He takes the cake 'Cause she was only fifteen So how could one not sympathize with her havin' you as a teen? She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her drea
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