The rhymes put you to your death! I had to put you to rest! 1 in head 2 in the chest! Between me and you, this isn't even gona be a contest. Killing the deceased, rest in piece. Right there, Enough said, no regrets! You're left for dead! I think I'm Going Crazy, Slim shady, not too happy for what I done lately. From what I was taught, this gun is off safety! What's the plot? I've having Crazy Thoughts, If it flew over your head, well it sure in didn't now. I cut your fucking head off and it'll be sent through the mail! I don't know about you but, that isn't shit from what I've gone through! Doing what I was meant to, My barz sick, set back and in mint condition, When you listen, they'll have you livid. You where caught slipping, You think can't be stopped, Gun shots! I'm acidic, for an instance! You'll get popped from a distance. Dropped in an instant! I'll melt you like these rhymes coming from my motherfucking mouth did! Keeping these rhymes proper! Better then Nick Cannon, bitch you made a crash landing! These lines so sick, coming from this MIC! I gotta call a doctor. Not talking about DRE, just making an Offer. So many grammies, by now I should've won an Oscar! These hoes on my dick! So many bitches, you could take your pick. I'm a motherfucking prodigy! All these Proficies! Can I make it, probably? This is all me! I know, you bitch niggas salty!