Lyrics:
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
shit cold
Slim in bold
But the TM is italicized and in gold
I'm just living through prophetic premonitions I foretold
The truth cannot go untold
And for
I kick back, click clack, bump the Wu in Phantoms
Fuck rap, I only respect Ja Rule and Hammer
Maybe the old Em, I'm slim and I'm shady
Maybe the old
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
booty bitch
With a slim waist
She gotta have nice ass tits
With a pretty face
Don't won't no butterhead
Man I'm all about face
She gotta have it all
I got
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
The Execution brainless
We Hang much and can’t trust
Cute smile slim waist woah woah wait up
Yeh
Flipping everything I’m trappin
I Walk in and they start clappin
was lost, but now I am free
I'm happy cuz I found a family
When I say talented, I don't mean battle kid
I mean storytellin, kinda like how ya album is
I
might
Collect them like slim once the locked in my sight
Do what i want ima boss in real life
Real living legend sing cream all the time
Working my magic
album out in HipHop and I'm still Heatin' up tHe crockpot
Platinum plaques tHat I ain't Hung yet
You got opinions no acHievements
Type of niggas make
mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
Same bloody t-shirt, same address
Same "Dogg Food" album bangin in my tape deck
Homey if I can make '94
the team DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
off
But Bob wouldn't knock it off 'cause he's crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn't even take him
off
But Bob wouldn't knock it off 'cause he's crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn't even take him
an incredible thing. I'm often humbled by it and by life in general, how time and life carry on despite, and in spite of it all, I've watched the home that raised
know it's all year right? Hah!
I'm sitting here in the middle of New York City
The night before I gotta turn my second album in
Higher than
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