EMINEM - Alchemist Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady

Grip the knife to Superman he's a dinister Amy

Administer of the pain just finished huffin the paint

And muffler fumes like it was nothin because it ain't

Anything in his way his enemies he just slays his venom he sprays breeches like pins of energy rays

Menacing stares he glares making the hairs all on the back of your neck stand like Dracula yep

Spectacular rep he's a tarantula gargantuan yeah Angela so I command ya to start dancin

Part Manson part Hannibal part mechanical sharp

Throwin animal parts at Scarlet Johanson

Into my gas chamber yeah gangster my ass

He's got his fangs to your neck he's set to strangle your ass hater you're facin the task raider

He's chasin your ass he's got his face in the mask and bloodstains on his glass table

I'm checking the exposure of o-dosing me exposing

Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

With or without clothing next to the decomposing

Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off overdosing

Windows opening shutting doors opening closing

I think there's a ghost too much hydrocordone and codeine

I was only s'posed to swallow a half I took the whole thing

I'm not joking

I think I just snorted my nose ring

I need a drink I'm standing over the sink posing

Myself self loathing cause I'm on the brink mostly

I don't wanna think this'll make everything rosy

Beverly sings screams while I'm severing three tosies

Totally frozen while I close in

I'm yodeling "Rosy! Won't you come out to play? "

Illusions wasting time cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

My words are whirlwinds I murder my girlfriends

Go to Europe and put neurofins in my syrup and stirred em

You never heard him

Like this so don't encourage him the neurosurgeon

Coke beers and lyrics worsen

The kinda person to give Katy Kuric to Kirsten

80 spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins

Crazy turned him

Invincible he emerged and

Took over the world and

Reeled in all the children

Lured em into the buildin and killed em

Buried em in the mulch and mildew

And he will do what he feels

And still can spin straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin

Cotton to silk mulch into Tylenol three pills

The real Slim Shady's entered the buildin

It's nothin but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch Mildred he's I'll with it

He still shouldn't be healed

There's no one as sick as he MCs'll still get freakin seed on the grill then