Low, Down, Dirty Eminem текст и слова песни

Warning, this shit's gon be rated R, restricted

You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted

Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"

Arrested, molested myself and got convicted

Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises

Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis

I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful

Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo

"Murder Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a bread crumb

Which drug will I end up dead from

Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated

"How in the fuck can Eminem and shady be related?"

Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter

Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder

Jumped out (Ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her

Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was little'er

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin Bette Midler

Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler

Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler

Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her


Chorus: Eminem + (Redman Sample) - 2X


[E] I'm low down and I'm shiftee!

"And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him

and ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from.."


I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons

With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds

Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits

Doing whippits, passed out like Sanford snippits

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it

I'ma let your grandpa hit it

Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it

Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum

So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage

Losing all of my leverage

Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left rich

Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage

Smoked out like Eckridge

Band just making my neck itch

What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch

You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast

Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips

Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, support domestic violence

Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence

I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking?

If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in


Chorus


My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling

Lit it like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England

I'm out the game, put the second string in

This Brandy got my swinging

Bobbing back and forth like a penguin

Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken English

Make your mama be like "Ohh! This is good! Who sing this?"

"Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it

It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit."

It was predicted by a medic

I'd grow to be an addicted diabetic

Living off liquid Triametic

Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishing

Panicing, I think I might have just took too much Anasin

Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue

I think I'm dying, God is that you?

Somebody help me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER ASAP for and IV

Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip hop

They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon come is Tupac

It's politics, it's all a fix

Setup by these white blue collared hicks

Just to make a dollar off of black music

With a subliminal ball of tricks

But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks


Chorus