EMINEM - Low Down Dirty lyrics

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Warning, this shit's gon be rated r, restricted<br>You see this bullet hole in my neck? it's self inflicted<br>Doctor slapped my momma, bitch you got a sick kid<br>Arrested, molested myself and got convicted<br>Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises<br>Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis<br>I'm dr. hyde and mr. jekyll, disrespectful<br>Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo<br>Murder murder redrum<br>Brain size of a bread crumb<br>Which drug will I end up dead from<br>Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated<br>How in the fuck can eminem and shady be related? <br>Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter<br>Bitch getter, hid in the bush like margot kidder<br>Jumped out (ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her<br>Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was little'er<br>Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin bette midler<br>Sniper, waiting on your roof like the fiddler<br>Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with riddler<br>Didn't ya? bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her<br><br>Chorus: eminem + (redman sample) - 2x<br><br>[e] I'm low down and I'm shiftee!<br>And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him<br>And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from..<br><br>I lace tunes, I'm out this world like space moons<br>With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds<br>Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits<br>Doing whippits, passed out like sanford snippits<br>Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it<br>I'ma let your grandpa hit it<br>Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it<br>Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum<br>But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum<br>So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage<br>Losing all of my leverage<br>Went up inside the first national bank broke, and left rich<br>Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage<br>Smoked out like eckridge<br>Band just making my neck itch<br>What the fuck? gimme the tech bitch<br>You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast<br>Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips<br>Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips<br>Slap hips, support domestic violence<br>Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence<br>I'm just joking, is dirty dozen's really dust smoking? <br>If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in<br><br>Chorus<br><br>My head's ringing, like it was spider sense tingling<br>Lit it like green bay did when they shitted on new england<br>I'm out the game, put the second string in<br>This brandy got my swinging<br>Bobbing back and forth like a penguin<br>Delinquent, toking microphones with broken english<br>Make your mama be like ohh! this is good! who sing this? <br>Slim shady, his tape is dope, I love it<br>It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit.<br>It was predicted by a medic<br>I'd grow to be an addicted diabetic<br>Living off liquid triametic<br>Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishing<br>Panicing, I think I might have just took too much anasin<br>Frozen manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue<br>I think I'm dying, God is that you? <br>Somebody help me, before I od on an lp<br>Take me to er asap for and iv<br>Motherfuck jlb, they don't support no hip hop<br>They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon come is tupac<br>It's politics, it's all a fix<br>Setup by these white blue collared hicks<br>Just to make a dollar off of black music<br>With a subliminal ball of tricks<br>But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks<br><br>Chorus

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