Slim Shady, Swifty Drop tight Dirty Doz'

Tell me it feel to get tall about the frame All you gotta do is step up and say your name You can drop tight, all it takes is one look Since, nigga, you'll get fucked around and get your shit took

I told you bitch niggas a week ago Witness these slugs as they riddle through your vehicle Bet three or four hit yo' torso and shake yo' middle Verbal abuse gon' have you suffering in a hospital You bitches brittle, you too fragile to be talking shit, fuck you! I feel sorry for who you walking with I start to hit anything moving, I'm out my mind, it's been proven Hit the stage and watch your rap career get ruined And what you doing will get you stiff, watch you start to freeze Take ya niggas out this bitch like heart disease Start to squeeze to the point you can't regain conscious Talking 'bout "I could've gotten" but that's plain nonsense like Magic Johnson You just playing like you sip liquor See, I got rabies, you might have a little bitch in ya, but yo ain't crazy I'm the one that keep the facts known Fuck your rap career, cause all that's gone! You better have something to fall back on I hear 'em saying that's wrong how I'm doing I'm running straight through 'em and fuck up anyone who know him, damn shame one have to do em It's now official, it's been confirmed we gon return when slugs hit you Niggas wonderin' where you dissipate to What you expect? While I'm getting respect, niggas is paying you your respects Outranked niggas from the East and West, I can't be touched Tell you what, you gon' get your best Watch 'em get crushed!

The final problem is solved by throwin' sulfuric acid all over your back to see your spinal column dissolve Droppin' bodies like it was domino season My phenomenal legion will shoot out Your fuckin' abdominal region Slim Shady, responsible for your permanent stillness Just escaped from the hospital with terminal illness Itchin' to rip your fuckin' frame out 'Cause I ain't got nothing to lose Like that movie that just came out Callin' your name out, first, last and your middle initial Your mom, your dad, and your pregnant widow will miss you And anybody else poppin' some shit'll go with you 'Cause I ain't tryna hear it like a political issue So until I can leave with enough funds I'mma shove guns up in the mouths of your loved ones Drown 'em face down in the bath while the tub runs Got a rap sheet that's longer than Tubby's sub buns

Tell me it feel to get tall about the frame All you gotta do is step up and say your name You can drop tight, all it takes is one look Since, nigga, you'll get fucked around and get your shit took

Watch these niggas keep grabbing like Ondre No defeating me like Barry Sanders running back lines Seeing you beating me, I get shit on a sleep tip Blast him with this heat bitch Bucking niggas up like bad traps, they got the Freaknik I'm killing 'em In my city, I'm considered the only rapper that can split yo gizzard That city one I'm colder than blizzards Many run, but don't escape Vocally you've been raped, hiding bodies in other states If you ain't been arbitrary, rolling thicker than dictionaries Every word would carry horror to make you wary Call the motherfucking 5-0 Hurry, cause nines blow in the hands of niggas living scurry and psycho I'm like nitro, blowing up spots with top flight post Folding them knots so you get popped if you bite flows You instantly turn red if wearing white clothes Automatic slugs are given, so you gas pose You're exposed, you laughing still while it's on Watch your head get popped like daffodils, then you gone You see, 'cause rabies run rampant like mad rabbits, relentless Rabid raps, you better run out and go get your tetanus Or feel the redness, red dot between your retinas Leaving you headless, before you even said what your set was Ready to detonate Pissed off and I'm blowing up like I pulled into a gas station and backed into a pump I've been through enough, I'm looking to start a gunfight with trump tight Dropping you off at a dumpsite

Slim Shady Mr. Wrong Swifty, baby

I barely relent like cigarettes I drop bombs and leave you niggas mixing ligaments These shotguns got rhymes that get on Stray bullets been known to fuck up a happy home in the hands of Mr. Wrong These niggas drop like atomic bombs Bionic rhymes from the top will stop motherfuckers from staying calm As these firearms disconnect, your final song, bitches over with The rap of Swift and Mr. Wrong got yo soldiers hit with the rage of Dobermans or your coldest pitbull Niggas got no defense 'cause you niggas gon' need chiropractors, we biohazardous I'm flipping you backwards with this gauge Watch me cancel this