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    Yo, T
    Get in the backroom
    And speak the truth to the young youth!

    Hey, ' don't leave home without your cars
    But this is hip hop, so don't leave home without your balls
    And for some of these rap start, that's just too bad
    You can't bring out the balls that you ain't never had!
    It's Eminem, it's Slaughterhouse
    Yeah, you know we're the truth
    And the game and all the audiences, we close the booth!
    Yes, indeed, original, speak the replacement cause
    The back room will never be what the basement was!

    Yeah, I'm the realest mother** that I know
    Wasn't always the case, guess you figured I had to grow
    I do it for the love, I don't do it for the dough
    But I know these sucker figures well, so they keep me on my toes
    What that is I couldn't tell you what I'm hated for
    And the painkillers didn't murder pain, they gave me more!
    These friends on my head, now they say they want to hold you
    I grew up mature, you all could see that this an old joke!
    Want to see me lose every battle with depression
    No matter what it do to me, no matter my regression
    They want to see me fall, want to ruin my regiment from the start
    Want to cut the beat off soon as I let 'em in my heart!
    I'd be the first to admit it, lost focus for a while
    Sending unsolicited bitch... to' shit
    Was so high I lost track of my ways
    Then I fell in love with a baby and got mad at her age
    The way she act and behave, was it an act or a phase?
    How you trife when I gave you life, you was lacking in wage!
    You don't want say hi or speak to me
    Bet you making 200 dollars by weekly
    Try to help the world out, bring some reparation
    And forget being humble in a state of desperation
    Ain't gotta ask what to help with no hesitation
    And for me to deal with it I might need some meditation!
    I love you but its best we stay apart, segregation
    And to cope with the feeling I might need some medication
    Trust me I don't never want to see that side of Joe
    It would kill us all slow
    One reason I'm the realest mother-mother I know!

    Hey, hey!
    Ya, it's Nickle, riding round in that Maserati four seat
    Symbol on the grill looking like Tony Stark's gold teeth
    Best rapper alive and you know me
    The most distinguished shooter
    That's coming up out of the D since Joe D
    I take mines at lead point
    At the risk of having to shave my garlic clove
    In a razor inside a fed joint, uh
    Hip hop is alive, but the rhymes died
    Only fear I have is hear world star being yelled from my blind side
    Don't get me wrong it ain't like I ain't never lost a fight
    But these days I'm more like a lyrical artist
    I'm outlining everybody in chalk white
    The off-beat deceased version of Dr. Narcisse
    The same blueprint, your idolizing
    You're trying to jump fast, that's foolish
    If you're my drunk past and handing me my pilot's license
    That's plain stupid, your boys a star
    Sitting in that drop top fish bowl and the doors ajar
    Its ironic I remember when I couldn't afford a car
    And now it's back and forth
    the black one or white one I call 'em Macklemore
    And Lord Jamar, first we defying the odds
    We not a group, we more like a circular firing squad!
    This not a booth, this is our house and we won't stop
    We killed the ' two times already
    What you gonna give us an award?
    But we won't stop for shutting down the internet
    Now tell your momma how I tell Rihanna, 'we ain't finished yet! '

    Yo, yo
    When we step in that booth, that's when the flame enters
    Best spit, make any set trip, yeah its the gang members
    Waving that shady flag, navy jag, matching the' fit
    With the polo brief showing due to the lazy sag
    I'm in a crazy kind of place
    I got this thing right on my waist
    That'll leave tears on your baby momma's face, so chill!
    I'm in a crazy kind of place, I got this thing below my waist
    That'll leave kids on your baby momma's face for real!
    The flow gets cracked, as it came in capsules
    Your cap just started snapping
    My starter caps was snapping when cross color was cracking
    And my cane was half full
    With the half moon park, hope you rap dudes smart
    Don't piss me off like the bathroom mop
    You don't want it with me!
    If I'm throwing hooks at you, that don't mean the chorus for free
    So save your jabs its way better
    If I start throwing jabs
    I'm talking Zabs first three round against May weather
    Yeah I'm a crook from the brook that mastered how'
    Shook turned notebook, broke cook, I'm so dope look
    Bring the beat back with no hook just bars
    Just a thing of ours that make their pants drop
    Make 'em open up their bras, move G strings like guitars
    That's nothing, that's something light like wrestling at the bar!
    Y. A. O. W. A, if y'all ain't saying yaowa by now you got nothing to say
    This like NWO vs NWA
    y'all like the rockers verse the Roc full of nothing but J-s!
    Check the rocks its nothing for gazing
    But don't get stupid, my ' clique will throw shots for a couple of days
    Make it horny when we out
    'horror, y'all don't want it with the house!

    Yo, yo, slaughter season, y'all the reason
    Real dudes I'm bringing some mo in
    Like a Polynesian
    Sick with the llama squeezing
    Bullets flew and the chopper sneezing
    Got your body and legs torn, but before you was airborne
    You was Bob and weaving
    Still getting hit till your no's is '
    They set you deep in your coffin sleeping
    I'm gone off the deep end
    I'm a wolf, this industry my sheep skin
    I'm out here hunting with my ink pen
    I'm living like a kingpin!
    Doing it for my g's in the pen
    Dreaming about two-piecing a police chief's chin
    You rappers something candy coated, I don't like suckers
    I'm iron mike, I don't like busters
    You looking for 'em fly dudes like Orville and Wilbur
    You got the right brothers, no bright jeans, no bright colors, no!
    I'm the second coming, the one that Pac predicted
    Islamic Gnostic and Christian, the flow so godly you got to listen!
    I back you in I dodge 'em in it
    Like MC8 in a L. A. hat
    These rappers straight trying dodge a menace
    I'm looking at your videos, look like your watching tennis
    Brothers dressed like Maria Sharapova wearing yoga pants
    Meanwhile Big Poppa was rocking linens
    I guess that era's over man, hold on!
    I'm splitting atoms when the scientific spitting is getting at 'em
    I give 'em different patterns
    They didn't phantom, they're stealing my styles!
    Before me you didn't have 'em
    You rappers made in my image like when God was inventing Adam
    Stab 'em in the abdomen when its crunch time
    I truly flip like May weather pissed of at a movie script
    Too many punch lines!
    Family I'm amongst mine!
    I keep the peace like a monks mind
    'your favorite barber
    Leave you in an old bush like an unshaven Barbara
    Don't stop what we doing
    When you see L. A. your team will be ruined!
    This game need a new villain
    I'm the kind to murder you on vine
    Uh, kill 'em!

    Ladies and gentleman, now introducing
    The man beneath the legend
    Mr. Marshall man, aka, Slim Shady!

    Yo! Role model?
    I'll roll a model down a hill over broke bottles of coke products
    If she don't swallow, and' till the bumper hit the throttle
    While I'm trying hit the pot holes
    I'll freaking take Madonna to McDonalds!
    Any' end up horizontal getting fondle
    I don't cuddle, I don't coddle!
    Only motto that I follow
    Is any thing I drive, whether its a Navajo or a Tahoe
    It's got a ho in it, nah ho
    I don't got no freaking bronco!
    You looking for a buck, get a horse, '
    I got a rusty Hondo with some bondo
    And a box of condoms you little blond '
    Fuck me? fuck you too!
    Like I'm at Bonnaroo booing Bono
    And I ain't from this planet so '
    I'm intolerable, too volatile
    Screw it! I don't got too make honor roll
    To be on a roll, I don't know much
    What I do know I do it pronto, though!
    So knock it off, all these knock off me's
    The last thing the world needs is another me
    But if you think this is part two
    To recovery or love the way you lie part twelve
    Or something heart felt, you bout to make a discovery
    Like you found Christopher Columbus' compass
    And dumb it down for you dumb fucks, so suck it
    I took your best punch line like a punch in the stomach
    That punctured a lung punk and I'm still functioning from it
    Chump it was nothing, now watch while I fucking one up it and toot my own horn
    Once I think its something to trump it
    And I don't need a fucking instrument to sound off
    Like the trunk of an elephant to triumphant
    Return of the ether spitting retard, reborn
    But chances of you having another re-birth, slim to none
    Like a skinny Mother Theresa
    Give a fuck if its Easter
    So kiss my '
    Cause that's the only thing ill turn the other cheek for!

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