Low Down Dirty
[Chorus]"I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed" I'm low down and I'm shifty!And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack himAnd ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R, restrictedYou see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflictedDoctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"Arrested, molested myself and got convictedWearing visors, sunglasses and disguisesCause my split personality is having an identity crisisI'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectfulHearing voices in my head while these whispers echo(Murder-murder, redrum)Brain size of a bread crumb, which drug will I end up dead from?Inebriated 'til my stress is alleviated"How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be related?"Illiterate, illegitimate shit spitterBitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot KidderJumped out, killed the bitch and did herUsed to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was littlerSmoke a blunt while I'm titty fucking Bette MidlerSniper, waiting on your roof like the FiddlerY'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler, didn't ya?Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her
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I lace tunes, I'm out this world like space moonsWith a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like graze woundsNothing but idiots and misfits, dipshitsDoing whippits, passed out like Sanford snippetsWhere's the weed, I wanna tamper with itI'mma let your grandpa hit it, mix it up with cocaine so he can't forget itFuck it, maybe I'm a bumBut I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cumSo what I'm on is way beyond the bombOr any alcoholic beverage, losing all of my leverageWent up inside the First National Bank broke, and left richWalking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out like EckrichBandage making my neck itch, what the fuck? Give me the check bitchYou just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfastGot shit popping off like bottle cap tipsGet your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lipsSlap hips, support domestic violenceBeat your bitch's ass while your kids stare in silenceI'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen really dust smoking?If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in
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[Verse 3]My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense tinglingLit ya like Green Bay did when they shitted on New EnglandI'm out the game, put the second string inThis Brandy got me swinging, bobbing back and forth like a penguinDelinquent, toking microphones with broken EnglishMake your mama be like "Ooh, this is good! Who sing this?""Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love itIt's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit"It was predicted by a medicI'd grow to be an addicted diabetic, living off liquid TriaminicPathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishingPanicing, I think I might have just took too much AnacinFrozen mannequin, posted stiffer than a statueI think I'm dying, God is that you?Somebody help me, before I OD on an LPTake me to ER ASAP for an IVMotherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip hopThey say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is 2PacIt's politics, it's all a fix, set up by these white blue collared hicksJust to make a dollar off of black music with a subliminal ball of tricksBut those can kiss ass and swallow dicks
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