(You`ll be in Hell... before me(in Jappenese))
(Welcome back to the stage of history)
Yo
Slim Shady!
Yo
I fuckin` -- I`ll
I puke eat it and freak you
battle i`m too weeded to speak to
the only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two addidas and beat you
and force feed you them both
and on each feet is a kleet shoe
I lift you off you feet so fast with a round house
you`ll think I pulled the fucking ground out from under neath you... Bitch
I ain`t no fucking G I`m a cannabal
I ain`t trying to shoot you I`m trying to chop you into peices and eat you
wrap you in rope and plastic stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes
straped to a soken mattres
coke and ashes
black magic clokes and dagers
fuck the planet till it spins on a broken axis
I`m so bananas Im showing up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gas close it back with a lit match
while I sit back and just hope it catches
blow it to fragments
laugh
roll you and smoke the ashes
(chorus)
I see the light at the end
but every time I take a step it gets dim
tell me is this hell we`re living in
if so heavens got to be better
but if we`re hell bound
whatever lets go down
Am I the worst because I never go to church
I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse
I`ma drink `til my liver rot, see the doc
Clear the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, `til the liver spot
One day we all gon` die
But when I die, I`ma be so high
that I`ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare
with the chalk outline still there
I smoke `til I choke and I sex a lot
I got a cross on my chain but it`s just to rock
Now if I pray everynight (night)
Do I still have to hold my trey very tight?
You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth
I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse
I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse
Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk
See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a North Face
Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
Angels greet me but I don`t reply back
Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where`s Thai at?
(chorus)
(Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns
Final battle, fight!)
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, you know I`m no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen `bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won`t dare
Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don`t care
(chorus)
But every time I take a step, it gets dim..
Tell me is this hell we`re livin in?
Haha..
(Time`s up!
You lose!)
(Captin!)
