2.The Last Hit (Featuring Eminem)
作词：Milo Berger, Marshall Iii Mathers, Eric Meltzer
Slim Shady, that's me
Iron Mic Trilogy, back with the flyest material
Shady, that's me
Iron Mic Trilogy, back with the funky beats
Packing the third eye rush you it's cyclops
They trade in their high tops for night sized white rocks
Words in my right, they pass my left ear
Bear this grenade, you got stunned like virgins
Who that cat splurgin' instead of rehearsin'？
Tough guys, DJ Travi, your high rise
Lookin' more like Ronald then the fuckin' fry guys
Go on uptown, fuckin' senoritas
In Taco Bell, screamin', a€½Vivas Gorditasa€
Bring all your dogs, I give 'em rabies
They never had a chance, I might chew up all their babies
Pope John Paul, the second, brain like Satan
Have your vegan girlfriend cookin' up bacon
I'm obituite with that shit that you hit
Slow my spliff with ya 'cause mine to pick wit her
My nine is limpin' ya, six deep when I spray rounds
Hit you with 12 shots in mid air an' four more on the way down
This eight straight strays to a kid's hair on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher, don't get carried away now
No pun intended, snapped out of your whip
An' leave it unattended before I whip out this gun an' end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those
Even if someone's in it
Corner o' the market, I got her tied up in a chair an' gag
Bitches get smacked an' grabbed by the hair an' dragged
Like cave-women, while I'm grave diggin' with Marilyn Mans
If you got a bowl of hash, better cash it
Dollar signs flashin', I'ma take ya last hit
An' if you're spittin' whack shit on the microphone
I'ma snatch it outta your hand, so fast I'ma detach it
So if you got a bowl of hash, better cash it
Dollar signs flashin', I'ma take ya' last hit
I'm flabbergasted, off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in a hatch-back an' latched it
Yo, Eon's whack now, how you dig that？
Couldn't get on my record if you were straight rap
Let's go back online an' jerk off on your modem
I got stupid mucus from these loose lips
My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak
To the point that you stand up on your feet, best retreat
Let's go back in time an' steal my whole seed
The quickenin', did a briss at the crispenin'
I'm exercisin' to upliftin' the foot stage
This thing's the nicest, I keep tellin' you
What the fuck this guy on the corner been sellin' you？
I'm e-mailin' you, at the wrong website
Misspellin' you, break you an' put the fear of Hell in you
Escape above you, stuff the nurse in a purse
Disperse, like I added too many words in a verse
Slim Shady, a perverted version of birth
Drivin' off, leaving the murdered virgin at church
The first person who searchin' the earth for the motherfucker
That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the surgeon first
You don't curse an' hit with your own words
Leave me alone, bitch, I get on my own nerves
An' if I don't got two balls an' a middle finger to throw up
Then I'm takin' off both shoes an' stickin' each middle toe up
If y'all got a bowl of hash, better cash it
Dollar signs flashin', I'ma take ya last hit
An' if you're spittin' whack shit on the microphone
I'ma snatch it outta your hand, so fast I'ma detach it
So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it
Dollar signs flashin', I'ma take ya last hit
I'm flabbergasted, off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in a hatch-back an' latched it
Any disease out there, I'm willin' to catch it
Slim Shady, all praises to the High an' Mighty
Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper
Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper
Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper
Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper
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