Hardcore hip hop horrorcore. Talking that shit behind my back, dirty mackin Telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuck! Outsiders, Pace One, Young Zee. Outsiders, Pace One, Young Zee. A-get yo' hands in the air And get to clappin' 'em and, like, back and forth Because a-this is what you thought it wasn't It be's the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O, the double G And check out my man, he goes by the name of, um, er— [Verse 1: Eminem] I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Search to crush a Milkbone I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezing Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials Bye-bye!
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Frogg] Woah! So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends My shit is wack I just don't give a fuck! The Slim Shady LP::