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I spit rhymes that people call crazy, opinionated, off the wall
But they dont make me fall,
I just knock `em out, and make `em gasp and crawl,
crush they balls, while Im sittin` here walkin` tall,
Slowly creepin, when you see me, you might as well be weepin
Watch your back, I'm right above you while your sleepin
Waitin to reap the words I speak, million dollar contracts I seek
You'll be surprised, I'm a full rhyme shiner
Nothin is finer, my lines shut up these whiners
`Cause with all the hype, this raps a different type
Talent that just became ripe, Ive earned my stripes, I smoke my opponents up like a tobacco pipe
I proved myself, I dont need to act macho, my words hit the spot though
I just keep rappin solo, keep signin` more photos, earnin` dough when haters go loco while Im receivin respect, (oh no!)
Call me Josh, Slim, or Mr. Shady
I'll have you cryin` like one of those young Brady's
I'm addicted to this lyrical act, ever since gangsta rap made me act like a maniac!
Before you call it degrading, look at the ratings
If you mess with me, I'll explicitly diss you
have it published in every magazine issue, from the Star Tribune, to Timbuktu (Whoo!)
Crazy, mentally ill, to name a few
While I jive, in front of pastors, teachers, husbands, wives
Look out for me, Spring two thousand and five.
I spit rhymes that people call crazy, opinionated, off the wall
But they dont make me fall,
I just knock `em out, and make `em gasp and crawl,
crush they balls, while Im sittin` here walkin` tall,
Slowly creepin, when you see me, you might as well be weepin
Watch your back, I'm right above you while your sleepin
Waitin to reap the words I speak, million dollar contracts I seek
You'll be surprised, I'm a full rhyme shiner
Nothin is finer, my lines shut up these whiners
`Cause with all the hype, this raps a different type
Talent that just became ripe, Ive earned my stripes, I smoke my opponents up like a tobacco pipe
I proved myself, I dont need to act macho, my words hit the spot though
I just keep rappin solo, keep signin` more photos, earnin` dough when haters go loco while Im receivin respect, (oh no!)
Call me Josh, Slim, or Mr. Shady
I'll have you cryin` like one of those young Brady's
I'm addicted to this lyrical act, ever since gangsta rap made me act like a maniac!
Before you call it degrading, look at the ratings
If you mess with me, I'll explicitly diss you
have it published in every magazine issue, from the Star Tribune, to Timbuktu (Whoo!)
Crazy, mentally ill, to name a few
While I jive, in front of pastors, teachers, husbands, wives
Look out for me, Spring two thousand and five.