Now I can relate to the drug use and the pain I'm also a dad who brought hellish to his name If I could go back I'd put relish on the fame chew it the fuck up and get the hell up out the game A hiccup for a second doesnt matter what I say If I wanted recognition I'd go battle couple lames Put em in the dirt like a casket iits all the same Like A nail in the coffin and put them bastards all to shame Who is that rapper hes a disaster switching lanes Caught up in his magic spitting acid like its the rain That static from the automatic could battery a train Clinically insane...only smoke flower in the day How can I say..it doesnt matter I'm not afraid I always taste the batter from the blade before its laid Lost my soul to the devil and god made me make a trade Its Either your happy or you can stay this fucking way
They call me Stan Mitchell I've written so many angry letters I've broken every crayon and pencil If you don't respond back I'm a get in my van and get you! Shake you like a baby demanding why Would you as far as to making a grown man cry! What did I do to you that was so bad? To justify what you did Forget it we can never go back Yeah I forgive you but that don't change the fact I still hate your ass I've moved on so let's all raise a glass Light a match and blaze the past Yeah take it back Clean slate from scratch What's at stake is my ass Gotta watch what I say On this page it's my last So enjoy your life as you continue to creep in mine Karmas a bitch ain't it that's something to keep in mind Read the lines What do you see? I got an evil twin and his names Lil z The guy you hear right now speaking Who never says the L word l-o-v-e So the next time that we meet You better hope its not him that's released when you see me Cause ill be raising more hell than pin head with a nail gun Quick everybody bail run! Scary enough to make a snail run Leaving a bad taste like a stale bun Don't even know what I'm saying Tell me you think that I'm playing Cause I'm bored this ain't a board game I'm just high on morphine Cause you brought me more pain By saying sorry so now I'm coming for your brain! Cause you don't even deserve it You obviously don't think Otherwise we'd been perfect Your the reason for my material I'm thinking of becoming a murderer I'm cereal Here we go again Let it go haven't you learned anything from Frozen?! I know what she did stinks but just try wearing a clothes pin Be more ferocious Don't be a whiny crying pussy and don't bitch! Cause I'm sure everybody is so sick That they ain't ever going to admit that your dope kid! We should've never been together I was roped in Yeah Luke cause your stupid Too desperate to forfeit That ballad you never should've recorded But it was important What you want a reward man? She saw it and nothing's changed Your still on the same page Where's your heart, hello? Oh that's right she stole it No wonder your chest sticks out its swollen Thanks to her you don't know where your life's going But stick with me and you'll succeed or die moping
Evil Twin Eminem Slim Shady or Eminem? This song is dedicated to each and has a revealing ending. The song also has… read more » EVIL TWIN LYRICS [Intro: Eminem] Yeah Tryna figure out the difference But I think-think the lines are starting to get blurred [Verse 1: Eminem] I'm in a strange place I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space ‘Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face I need a change of pace ‘Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads cold turkey And started slowly roastin' 'em ‘Cause that's where most of my anger is based Fuck your feelings I feel like I play for the Saints I just wanna hurt you-aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes I'm frustrated ‘cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack I'm goin' all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle Suck a duck, crawl out the back-it's a bar fight Prepare your arsenal And beware of bar stools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full "You done called every woman a slut but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin) Oh, my bad, slut! And next time I show up to court I'll be naked and just wear a law suit Judge be like, "That's sharp How much that motherfucker cost you, smart-ass? You're lucky I don't tear it off you And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker! You're so fuckin' gravy, Marshall, I should start callin' you 'au jus' ‘Cause all's you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo" Evil Twin, take this beat now, it's all you I believe people can change but only for the worse I coulda changed the world if it wasn't for this verse-so satanic K-Mart chains panic ‘cause they can't even spin back the curse words ‘Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker Rekcufrehtom! (Rape your mother)- Tihs! (Kill your parents) And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screamin', "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" Adult with a childish-like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits? Fuck that! I'd rather be loud, and I like swearin'" From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes!" But my fuckin' mouth was nightmarish And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this and opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition (Haha) Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies [Hook: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] There's darkness closing in (Evil twin), there it goes again (My evil twin) It controls my pen (My evil twin), but that ain't me, it's my evil twin (Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) But he's just a friend (Evil twin) who pops up now and again (Evil twin) So don't blame me (Evil twin), blame him, it's my evil twin (Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) [Interlude] Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time [Verse 2: Eminem] So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber? Nah, F with Christina I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba My album's just sicker than strep with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve, or Extra Strength Tylenol 3s Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin' Bedridden and destined never to leave the Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh- Ledger My suicide note's barely legible; read the Bottom, it's signed by the Joker Lorena said I never can leave her She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit, bitch! Give up my dick for pussy? I'll be Jerry Mathers I ever left it to Beaver Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver Golly wolly, I vent, heat register, Jesus Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely in my destiny When on the steps, I met DeShaun at Osborn I'd never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap Used to mop floors, flip burgers, and wash dishes While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for 'em ‘Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin' Made 'em break out the popcorn Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form Since N.W.A was blarin' through my car windows Leanin' on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police," like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin So who the fuck you think that third and that fourth spot's for? And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him, and I'm nuts Then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem? But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that (Evil grin) (Evil twin) please come in; what was your name again? Hi! Faggot Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there Peace to Whitney Jeez, just hit me That I should call the Looney Police to come get me ‘Cause I'm so sick of bein' the truth I wish someone'd finally admit me To a mental hospital with Britney Oh, LMFAO, no way, Jo- -se Baez couldn't beat this rap-O.J., no Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho (Hey ho!) I sound like I'm tryna sing the fuckin' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray" No, I’m hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8 And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so Let your low-end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling? You tryin' to hold hands with your homie? What, you think I'm lookin' for romance ‘cause I'm lonely? Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke, so I don't work So are you, but you're broke ‘cause you don't work But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize ‘Cause we are the same Bitch
223 - Evil Twin Sasquatch shatter the concrete, in my bear feet, I'm deadly, shootin' that 223 ain't no doubt that It cuts through trees, (haha) ashy to class, put more d*ckheads in a wheel chair then Degrassi, that's the main role of the Uzi, can't you see I'm this era's 2Pac, I put this sh*t intact, in return pockets fatter than Nicki's ass, or Ricky's flabs, no disrespect, strictly out for the cheques, Chevrolet's and Rolex
It samples the song in the chorus whenever " Evil Twin" is said and the producer of the reunion also produced this. (Eminem only used 2 Sid Roams beats)
So sick to death of reading comments/ of people trying to put together song bits Little kids getting on here tryna be heard/ when half their beats are just absurd Then you got the grown men/ reminiscen about what they coulda been Ain't nobody got famous posting a text on CZcams/ your better off investing in Julian smiths umove I'm not saying that my rhymes are king/ but thy certainly have a nice ring Not being a hypocrite/ just sick of seein this Cause no instrumental is safe/ without someone making a strafe Nothing you ever write will be a hit you know/ so just sit back and enjoy the video I'm done
Your beat is just absurd aswell, let me serve one here just as well, but it'll tell you're just insecure, I'll beat you like Joe Weller, unheard, I'm goat you're white hair
My vision rarely gets blurry no matter how tired i maY or may not be fore oy idldo h Llreafd⁴⁴ I was up all night playing the game Monopoly ...fore closing on property originally I started out way back under the name profecyy call me PROFIT I ...I m here to kick it ...for your consideration. For your dars G6
My dark side,wanna go joy ride,but my other side told me don't do it.YOU GONNA DIE!....dark side taken fully control while i drinking heavy,while my the other half pushing the mother fucking chavy going 100mph on the high way, with my big dirty nerdy glasses on my face,lookin like a sick verion of bill gate,and yelling out the car door ran over lil ppl and animal yellling...HELL GATES AWAITS!...all the sudden i snap out of the trends,then i realize,i was in the ambulance..
I'm sexually fertile like celibacy Till i'll syllabify this infertile fertility Cause i was meant to spit this versatility Feasting on celebrities temperately Feeling like releasing this temper temporarily You can't stop this treachery cause i'm still spitting therapeutically Fucking with me is like doing self mutilations that's totally graphically You can all keep on criticizing me But i'm still gonna keep on spitting this cynically Releasing cyclical synthesis through secrecy Secretly i'm beyond Extraterrestrial psyche Plus you can't stop this prophecy Still cooking em rhymes definitely Like some Fetal For barbie-q that's actually fatally Plus i ain't stopping spitting this sickening elementary Perhaps it's meant to be so terrifyingly eerie...
Put the pen to the pad I'd write to my pen pal but the pads my only friend, my head and hand is like a news anchor it just doesn't know when to end, stop! had terrets at a ted talk, idles hands like spiderman I guess is what I got thats why i got cob webs all over my hands its a god damn mess while fighting off writers block, the figiting prolly started with iPods or before that when I would catch frogs and fetch logs, you would of thought I was a dog and it's not your fault, I guess my primal side has always shown I'm hard, in the pants, but I still have a heart that's grown but ripped apart I got a lot of pieces on the ground but not for show, I got a lot of dro, fa sho, wanna see a magic trick and watch it go fire down the hole my bong rip is outta control like a long kiss goodbye from willie nelson shit he would call me a cannibus animal, thc tucked far in my brains and the blood in my veins stored as an anidote and some coke, fuck no, you're hopeless quit dopin around folks just focus on sober you and i just know it will make you cope with all the emotions that make you wanna roast one, nah bitch, I'm the bread in the toaster im already toasted, so how can i unburn myself, its already over, call me the long john bong soldier silver holding his dick while his binjing on some chick shit show, itz none of your business is it?
Everything about this song is fucking amazing.
This song is amazing and the instrumental is perfect
Everything about this song is amazing.
This is one of the greatest instrumentals of all time. To end the album on this is Fucking SIIIICK 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
thanks for letting me that Jesus. I can't get this beat off my mind. This is crazy.
Dat beat tho
sick af 🔥🔥🔥
This beat is Nastyy🔥🔥🔥🔥
This my favourite song ever
guys i recommend you should listen to this instermental its has a nice ass bass
thanks for letting us know
Thanks again for this instrumental...I used it to cover the song.
Now I can relate to the drug use and the pain
I'm also a dad who brought hellish to his name
If I could go back I'd put relish on the fame chew it the fuck up and get the hell up out the game
A hiccup for a second doesnt matter what I say
If I wanted recognition I'd go battle couple lames
Put em in the dirt like a casket iits all the same
Like A nail in the coffin and put them bastards all to shame
Who is that rapper hes a disaster switching lanes
Caught up in his magic spitting acid like its the rain
That static from the automatic could battery a train
Clinically insane...only smoke flower in the day
How can I say..it doesnt matter I'm not afraid I always taste the batter from the blade before its laid
Lost my soul to the devil and god made me make a trade
Its Either your happy or you can stay this fucking way
They call me Stan Mitchell
I've written so many angry letters I've broken every crayon and pencil
If you don't respond back I'm a get in my van and get you!
Shake you like a baby demanding why
Would you as far as to making a grown man cry!
What did I do to you that was so bad?
To justify what you did Forget it we can never go back
Yeah I forgive you but that don't change the fact I still hate your ass
I've moved on so let's all raise a glass
Light a match and blaze the past
Yeah take it back
Clean slate from scratch
What's at stake is my ass
Gotta watch what I say
On this page it's my last
So enjoy your life as you continue to creep in mine
Karmas a bitch ain't it that's something to keep in mind
Read the lines
What do you see?
I got an evil twin and his names Lil z
The guy you hear right now speaking
Who never says the L word l-o-v-e
So the next time that we meet
You better hope its not him that's released when you see me
Cause ill be raising more hell than pin head with a nail gun
Quick everybody bail run!
Scary enough to make a snail run
Leaving a bad taste like a stale bun
Don't even know what I'm saying
Tell me you think that I'm playing
Cause I'm bored this ain't a board game
I'm just high on morphine
Cause you brought me more pain
By saying sorry so now I'm coming for your brain!
Cause you don't even deserve it
You obviously don't think
Otherwise we'd been perfect
Your the reason for my material
I'm thinking of becoming a murderer
I'm cereal
Here we go again
Let it go haven't you learned anything from Frozen?!
I know what she did stinks but just try wearing a clothes pin
Be more ferocious
Don't be a whiny crying pussy and don't bitch!
Cause I'm sure everybody is so sick
That they ain't ever going to admit that your dope kid!
We should've never been together I was roped in
Yeah Luke cause your stupid
Too desperate to forfeit
That ballad you never should've recorded
But it was important
What you want a reward man?
She saw it and nothing's changed
Your still on the same page
Where's your heart, hello?
Oh that's right she stole it
No wonder your chest sticks out its swollen
Thanks to her you don't know where your life's going
But stick with me and you'll succeed or die moping
This is so trippy....
Eminem's best album since 2000.
my favorite best from Dre and em
my favorite beat from Dre and em
Quinton Brown
this isnt a dre beat i believe
It was produced by Sid Roams@@quintonbrown4462
Evil Twin
Eminem
Slim Shady or Eminem? This song is dedicated to each and has a revealing ending. The song also has… read more »
EVIL TWIN LYRICS
[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think-think the lines are starting to get blurred
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
‘Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face
I need a change of pace
‘Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
‘Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your feelings
I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you-aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes
I'm frustrated ‘cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm goin' all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle
Suck a duck, crawl out the back-it's a bar fight
Prepare your arsenal
And beware of bar stools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin)
Oh, my bad, slut! And next time I show up to court
I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
Judge be like, "That's sharp
How much that motherfucker cost you, smart-ass?
You're lucky I don't tear it off you
And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker!
You're so fuckin' gravy, Marshall, I should start callin' you 'au jus'
‘Cause all's you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil Twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I believe people can change but only for the worse
I coulda changed the world if it wasn't for this verse-so satanic
K-Mart chains panic ‘cause they can't even spin back the curse words
‘Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker
Rekcufrehtom! (Rape your mother)- Tihs! (Kill your parents)
And these kids are like parrots
They run around the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"
Adult with a childish-like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that! I'd rather be loud, and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes!"
But my fuckin' mouth was nightmarish
And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this and opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition (Haha)
Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies
[Hook: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
There's darkness closing in (Evil twin), there it goes again (My evil twin)
It controls my pen (My evil twin), but that ain't me, it's my evil twin
(Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
But he's just a friend (Evil twin) who pops up now and again (Evil twin)
So don't blame me (Evil twin), blame him, it's my evil twin
(Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
[Interlude]
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time
[Verse 2: Eminem]
So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
Nah, F with Christina
I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba
My album's just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve, or
Extra Strength Tylenol 3s
Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin'
Bedridden and destined never to leave the
Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh-
Ledger
My suicide note's barely legible; read the
Bottom, it's signed by the Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, bitch! Give up my dick for pussy?
I'll be Jerry Mathers I ever left it to Beaver
Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver
Golly wolly, I vent, heat register, Jesus
Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely in my destiny
When on the steps, I met DeShaun at Osborn
I'd never make it to sophomore
I just wanted to skip school and rap
Used to mop floors, flip burgers, and wash dishes
While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for 'em
‘Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em
They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
Made 'em break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A was blarin' through my car windows
Leanin' on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police," like cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn
Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin
So who the fuck you think that third and that fourth spot's for?
And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him, and I'm nuts
Then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that (Evil grin)
(Evil twin) please come in; what was your name again?
Hi! Faggot
Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair
And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there
Peace to Whitney
Jeez, just hit me
That I should call the Looney Police to come get me
‘Cause I'm so sick of bein' the truth
I wish someone'd finally admit me
To a mental hospital with Britney
Oh, LMFAO, no way, Jo-
-se Baez couldn't beat this rap-O.J., no
Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho (Hey ho!)
I sound like I'm tryna sing the fuckin' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray"
No, I’m hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8
And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so
Let your low-end raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
You tryin' to hold hands with your homie?
What, you think I'm lookin' for romance ‘cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me
Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt
Don't try to fix me, I'm broke, so I don't work
So are you, but you're broke ‘cause you don't work
But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride
Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed
As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side
And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
‘Cause we are the same
Bitch
This is perfect thank you so much
That bass tho
This is actually a great remake! Im planning to do the same 💪🔥
clean version of this song be like
Great song
hey bro
can i use this instrumental of yours??
i will not forget to credit you
gotta ask Eminem
Its all good 👍
This instrumental is not the official one.
223 - Evil Twin
Sasquatch shatter the concrete, in my bear feet, I'm deadly, shootin' that 223 ain't no doubt that It cuts through trees, (haha)
ashy to class, put more d*ckheads in a wheel chair then Degrassi, that's the main role of the Uzi,
can't you see I'm this era's 2Pac, I put this sh*t intact,
in return pockets fatter than Nicki's ass, or Ricky's flabs, no disrespect, strictly out for the cheques, Chevrolet's and Rolex
@Emilio Garibay is it serious enough now?
Do one with the hook
does no one realize this is a remake and not the actual instrumental
Sick
Am I the only one that hears a comparison to song " the reunion" from bme hell the sequel? Dope
It samples the song in the chorus whenever "
Evil Twin" is said and the producer of the reunion also produced this. (Eminem only used 2 Sid Roams beats)
😩❤️
So sick to death of reading comments/ of people trying to put together song bits
Little kids getting on here tryna be heard/ when half their beats are just absurd
Then you got the grown men/ reminiscen about what they coulda been
Ain't nobody got famous posting a text on CZcams/ your better off investing in Julian smiths umove
I'm not saying that my rhymes are king/ but thy certainly have a nice ring
Not being a hypocrite/ just sick of seein this
Cause no instrumental is safe/ without someone making a strafe
Nothing you ever write will be a hit you know/ so just sit back and enjoy the video
I'm done
love u bro
Ignore that asshole dude that was sick
Your beat is just absurd aswell, let me serve one here just as well, but it'll tell you're just insecure, I'll beat you like Joe Weller, unheard, I'm goat you're white hair
My vision rarely gets blurry no matter how tired i maY or may not be fore oy idldo h Llreafd⁴⁴
I was up all night playing the game Monopoly ...fore closing on property originally I started out way back under the name profecyy call me PROFIT I ...I m here to kick it ...for your consideration. For your dars G6
My dark side,wanna go joy ride,but my other side told me don't do it.YOU GONNA DIE!....dark side taken fully control while i drinking heavy,while my the other half pushing the mother fucking chavy going 100mph on the high way, with my big dirty nerdy glasses on my face,lookin like a sick verion of bill gate,and yelling out the car door ran over lil ppl and animal yellling...HELL GATES AWAITS!...all the sudden i snap out of the trends,then i realize,i was in the ambulance..
Makes it great without hihats
I'm sexually fertile like celibacy
Till i'll syllabify this infertile fertility
Cause i was meant to spit this versatility
Feasting on celebrities temperately
Feeling like releasing this temper temporarily
You can't stop this treachery cause i'm still spitting therapeutically
Fucking with me is like doing self mutilations that's totally graphically
You can all keep on criticizing me
But i'm still gonna keep on spitting this cynically
Releasing cyclical synthesis through secrecy
Secretly i'm beyond Extraterrestrial psyche
Plus you can't stop this prophecy
Still cooking em rhymes definitely
Like some Fetal For barbie-q that's actually fatally
Plus i ain't stopping spitting this sickening elementary
Perhaps it's meant to be so terrifyingly eerie...
Cdd
Put the pen to the pad I'd write to my pen pal but the pads my only friend, my head and hand is like a news anchor it just doesn't know when to end, stop! had terrets at a ted talk, idles hands like spiderman I guess is what I got thats why i got cob webs all over my hands its a god damn mess while fighting off writers block, the figiting prolly started with iPods or before that when I would catch frogs and fetch logs, you would of thought I was a dog and it's not your fault, I guess my primal side has always shown I'm hard, in the pants, but I still have a heart that's grown but ripped apart I got a lot of pieces on the ground but not for show, I got a lot of dro, fa sho, wanna see a magic trick and watch it go fire down the hole my bong rip is outta control like a long kiss goodbye from willie nelson shit he would call me a cannibus animal, thc tucked far in my brains and the blood in my veins stored as an anidote and some coke, fuck no, you're hopeless quit dopin around folks just focus on sober you and i just know it will make you cope with all the emotions that make you wanna roast one, nah bitch, I'm the bread in the toaster im already toasted, so how can i unburn myself, its already over, call me the long john bong soldier silver holding his dick while his binjing on some chick shit show, itz none of your business is it?
first
You know… I like this version better! Should of put Em’s accapella over this.