The Frankensense

old school. shit on your chest. dab I'm in the middle of it. shotgun shells like peanuts all over the ground. I am what Whoa, a-get your 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 Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M-80, you little like that Kim lady I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke, and smokin' dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi, Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin' so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson (Pssh) The proof is in the puddin', just ask DeShaun Holton I'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck) Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck) 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) But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ('Cause I just don't give a fuck) I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone I'm everlastin', 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 20 below freezin' 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 lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, M&M was the old initials (Bye-bye) Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion Pathological liar, blowin' shit outta proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin' trash can With more holes than an afghanI want. drool. cool. you suck dick. I feel the same.