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I’m Back/Kill You/Under the Influence (Live in California)
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That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back I murder a rhyme, one word at a time You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine You better get rid of that 9, it ain't gonna help What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself? I'm waitin' for Hell, like hell, sh*t, I'm anxious as hell Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve Thirteen, I was puttin' shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to get punked and bullied on my block 'til I cut a kitten's head off And stuck it in this kid's mailbox (Hey Ma', Ma'!) I used to give a f**k, now I could give a f**k less What do I think of success? It sucks, too much press I'm stressed, too much cess, depressed, too upset It's just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (Yes) Grew up quick (No) was raised right Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say's right You think of my name now whenever you say, "Hi" Became a commodity 'cause I'm W-H-I- T-E, ‘cause MTV was so friendly To me, can't wait 'til Kim sees me Now, is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect? Read my lips, b*t*h! What, my mouth isn't workin'? You hear this finger? Oh, it's upside down Here, let me turn this motherf**ker up right now That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (Shady!) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music And if he feeds into this sh*t, he's an innocent victim And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe (*Scratches*) My name is Slim Shady I been crazy way before radio didn't play me The sensational (*scratch*) "Back is the incredible!" With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff on the Internet Tryin' to lure your kids with him into bed It's a sick world we live in these days "Slim, for Pete's sakes, put down Christopher Reeve's legs!" Geez, you guys are so sensitive "Slim, it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it." Mind with no sense in it, fried schizophrenic, whose eyes Get so squinted, I'm blind from smoke in 'em, with my windows tinted With nine limos rented, doin' lines of coke in 'em With a bunch of guys hoppin' out, all high and indo-scented And that's where I get my name from, that's why they call me— They call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Back) CALI! I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will f**king kill you (Ah, ha-ha) I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will f**king kill you They said I can't rap about being broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (Ahh) sl*t, you think I won't choke no whore 'Til them vocal cords don't work in her throat no more? (Ahh) These motherf**kers are thinkin' I'm playin' Thinkin' I'm sayin' this sh*t 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (Ahh) Put your hands down, b*t*h—I ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you (Ahh) Shut up, sl*t! You're causin' too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a sl*t—okay, Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother Abusing a whore, snorting coke And we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You're goddamn right, b*t*h, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile b*t*hes Vain Vicodin, *vrin vrin vrin!* Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all Danglin' from his neck while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sl*ts b*t*h, I'ma kill you! You don't wanna f**k with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a sl*t to me b*t*h, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn't have said But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me b*t*hes too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will f**king kill you (Ah, ha-ha) I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will f**king kill you b*t*h I'ma kill you Cali what the f**k is going on? sh*t. How y'all doing.... Motherf**kin' D! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k! Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin' And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him I'm like a f**kin' wasp in the hospital, lost Stingin' the f**k outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantel Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the f**kin' handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin' (b*t*h, it's too late) ‘Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do sh*t on purpose You never hear me say, "Forgive me" I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, n***a, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin', I make the President get a facelift n***as just afraid, handin' me they bracelets Chillin' in the lab wasted, I'm the type That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k! ‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k! I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired Jackin' my d**k off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) b*t*h, didn't you read the flyer? The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) No, b*t*h, I'm retired f**kin' your b*t*h in the ass with a tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip I'm f**kin' anything when I'm snortin' It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pitbull an abortion Some b*t*h asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All b*t*hes is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with somethin'– n***a, pass that! In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats BMI on publishin'; get yo' ass capped The Kuniva, divide up yo' cash stack Run yo' motherf**kin' pockets, ASAP I don't need a platinum chain, b*t*h, I snatched Shaq's Born loser, half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at b*t*h smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked And found chopped up in a trash bag So you can suck my d**k if you don't like my sh*t ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k! ‘Cause I don't give a f**k if you don't like my sh*t ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d**k!
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