I'd still fuck her with no rubber, and come inside herĪt the same time, and just say that it ain't mine Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this 'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz Longer than the rumor that I was stickin' it to Christina So I just throw up the middle finger and let it linger 'Cause all these fans screamin' is making my ears ring That's why I tend to block out when I hear things Lip-sync and buy a bigger size of ear rings? Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think? Over this whole Y2K thing, and by the wayĪm I the only one who realizes they stink? 'Cause I'm Shady, they call me as crazy as this world was I take seven kids from columbine and stand 'em all in lineĪ MAC-11 and this oughtta solve this problem of mineĪnd that's a whole school of bullies shot up all of the time
IM BACK WINDOWS
With my windows tinted, with nine limos rentedĭoin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out 'Cause eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smoke in 'em Mind with no sense in it, fried, gets so frantic Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it Slim, for pete's sake, put down Christopher Reeve's legs It's a sick world we're livin' in these days Tryin' to lure your kids, with him, into bed With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible I've been crazy way before radio didn't play me Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to musicĪnd if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent victimĪnd becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe I take each individual degenerate, his head and reach into it Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now
You read this finger? Oh, it's upside down
Read my lips bitch, what? My mouth isn't working? Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect? You think of my name now whenever you say "Hi" What do I think of sucess? It sucks too much pressĪnd stress, too much zest, and breasts, too upset I used to give a fuck, now I could give a fuck less I used to get punked and bullied on my block I used to be my mommy's little Angel at twelveĪt thirteen I was putting shells in the gage on the shelf Manson, you're safe in that cell, thankful is jail I'm waitin' for hell, like hell, shit, I'm anxious as hell What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself? Heard of a mind as perverted as mine, you better
I murder a rhyme one word at a time, you never
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