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"The Real Slim Shady"

From The Marshall Mathers LP

May i have you attention please, may i have your attention please, will the real Slim Shady please stand up, i repeat will the real Slim Shady please stand up, we're gonna have a problem here.

Yawl act like you never seen a white person before, jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door and started whuppin her ass worse than before they force the divorce throwin her over furniture, it's the return of the uhh wait, no wait, your kidding, he didn't just say what i think he did he? And Dr.Dre said...NOTHING you idiots, Dr.Dre's dead he's locked in my basement, feminous women love Eminem, chikky chikky chikky Slim Shady, I'm sick of him, look at him, walking around grabbin' his you know what, flippin' the you know who, Yeah but he's soo cute though. Yeah i got probbly got a couple of screws up in my head lose but no worse than whats goin' on in you rparents bedroom, but sometimes i wanna get on TV an just let lose but can't but, it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose, My bum is on you lips, my bum is on your lips and if i'm lucky you might just give it a little kiss. And thats the message we deliver to little kids and expect them not to know what a women's clitterus is, of course they gonna know what inter-course is by the time they hit 4th grade and got the discovery channel don't they? We ain't nothin but mammals well...some of us canibals who cut other people open like canalope. But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes, and there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope. but if you feel like i feel i got to get it though, women wave your panty hose sing the chorus and it goes!

Chorus Repeat x2

Cuz I'm Slim Shady yes i'm the real Shady all you other Slim Shady's are just imitating, so won't the real Slim Shady please stand up, please stand up, please stand up

Will Smith don't got to cuss in his rap to sell records. Well i do so Fuck him and Fuck you too, think i give a damn about a grammy, half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me. (Well Slim what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?) why, so you guys can just lie to get me here, so you can sit me here next to Brittany Spears, $hit, Christine Aguillera better switch me chairs, so i can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst and hear them argue over who she gave head to 1st, little bitch, put me on blast on MTV (yeah he's cute but i think he's married to Kim, hee hee) i should download an audio on MP3 and show the whole world how you gave him an M.B.D, i'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me, so i have been sent here to destroy you, and there's a million of us, just like me, who cuss like me and just don't give a Fuck like me, who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me, it just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

Chorus x2

I'm like a head trip to listen to, cuz i'm only giving you things you joke about with your friends inside your living rooms, the only difference is i got the balls to say it in front of yawl and i don’t gotta be false or sugar coated at all. I just get on the mic and spit and whether you like to admit it i just shitted better than 90% of you rappers out there, then you wonder how can kids can eat up these albums like volumes, it's funny. Cuz at the rate i'm going when i'm 30 i'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting, pinching nurses asses while i'm jackin off with jergens and i'm jerking but this whole bag of viagra isn't workin, in every single person there's a Slim Shady lurking. He could be working at Burger King spitting on your onion rings, or in the parking lot circling, screaming i dont give a Fuck with his windows down and his system up. So will the real Shady please stand up, and put one of those fingers on each hand up, and be proud to be out of your mind and outta control, and one more time, loud as you can, How does it GO!!

Chorus x4

Ha ha, guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us, lets all stand up.

"Forgot About Dre"

From The Chronic 2001

Y’all know me
Still the same ol’ G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these n****s with no cheese
No deals and no Gs
No wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski’s
Mad at me ‘cause I could finally afford
To provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with a studio and it’s all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin’ up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But y’all think I’mma let my dough freeze
H** please, you better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the oldies
Eazy-Es Ice Cubes and D.O.C.s
The Snoop D-O double Gs
And a group that said, "Motherf*** the police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
The bomb when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wadn’t doin’ too good
Who’s the doctor they told you to go see
Y’all better listen up closely
All you n****s that said that I turned Pop
Or the firm flopped
Y’all know the reason Dre ain’t been gettin’ no sleep
So f*** y’all. all o’ y’all
If ya’ll don’t like me, blow me
Y’all are gonna keep f***in’ around with me
And turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryin’ to bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then study your tape of N.W.A.

One day I was walkin’ by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy givin’ me an awkward eye
Should have strangled him off in the parkin lot with his Karl Kani
I don’t give a f*** if it’s dark or not
I’m harder than me tryin’ to park a Dodge
When I’m drunk as f*** right next to a humungus truck in a two car garage
Hoppin’ out with two broken legs tryin’ to walk it off
F*** you too, b****, call the cops
I’mma kill you and them loud a** motherf***in’ barkin’ dogs
And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren’t found out (Right here)
From here on out it’s the Chronic 2
Startin’ today and tomorrow’s the new
And I’m still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston chew

Slim Shady
Hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80’s
Callin’ men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There’s no way that you can save me
It’s okay go with him, Haley

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you motherf***ers would stop comin’ up to me
With your hands out lookin’ up to me like you want some’in’ free
When my last CD was out you wadn’t bumpin’ me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won’t get a crumb from me
‘Cause I’m from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
I told ‘em all, all them little gangsters
Who you think helped mold ‘em all
Now you wanna run around, talk about guns like I ain’t got none
What you think I sold ‘em all ‘cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin’, "Dre fell off"
What, ‘cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin’ to get this damn label off
I ain’t havin’ that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain’t gonna be nothin’ after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And f*** rap, you can have it back
So where’s all the mad Rappers at
It’s like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
When you were cuddlinh a cabbage patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And motherf***ers act like they forgot about Dre