Hey, grandma. I'm still out here makin' my Uber runs. I'll be home soon. I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile. Okay, okay, love you too
[Intro: The Game]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G). Shady Aftermath (Yeah). Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go. Yeah (G-G)
Hey, grandma. I'm still out here makin' my Uber runs. I'll be home soon. I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile. Okay, okay, love you too
[Intro: The Game]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G). Shady Aftermath (Yeah). Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go. Yeah (G-G)
[Chorus: The Game]
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
[Verse 1: The Game]
It's Game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip and aim
Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novocaine
Sick and tired of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your Black ass
Shallow bitch on the show, just to lick the tip it's ridiculous, she watchin' it grow
Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies
If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash in to a light bolt
Now you crawlin' out the driver side like a centipede
And me, I'm finna be on a jet to the Phillipines
Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don't intervene
While I'm smashin' Saweetie pussy to smithereens
It's the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I'm him
Puttin' this big black dick in your skims
[Chorus: The Game]
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
[Verse 2: The Game]
I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night
I was wasted last night, I went ape shit last night
Chopped his body up, and forget where I placed it last night
Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn't taste it last night (Hahaha)
Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion
Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on
So fee-fi-fum, I'm with 40 goin' dumb
Not E-40, the other 40, I'm with Canadians in Drake's house
Havin' a stakeout
And I'm so tired of orderin' takeout, what's beef?
Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out
So let's play house with the Dracos and AR's
Stay the fuck up off of Stanley grass and take a shit in they yard
And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet
Here it is another BBL. And my dick get little on the internet
My intellect is NFT's and Cryptos, I can never be a Crip though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six O's
[Interlude 2: Uber Driver & The Game]
Chuck? Yeah. Hey, man, let's get you out the rain
Good lookin', how's your night goin', bro?
I'm cool, man, you don't need that mask
Nobody cares about that shit anymore
You got a charger up there with you?
Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too
Good lookin', homie. Ayo, I really fuck with that starter cap, that shit hard as fuck
Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace
What? He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago
Damn. It's my favorite. Can I see that shit for a minute?
Uh, yeah, sure. Oh, shit, this motherfucker autographed and everything
Who signed it for you? Eminem. He used to be like this rap God
Man, me and my brother praised him
Back when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff
Woah, wait, I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have a gu—?
Yo, shut the fuck up. Ayy, man, I'm drivin', I'll get you there wait
I'll take you, I'm a fan, that's cool
Stop lookin' back, stop lookin' back here
It's cool dude, man, you don't need to do this
Focus on the fuckin' road
Okay. Yo, come on, man. Alright. Drive. Alright, alright. Drive. We'll go, we'll go. Shut the fuck up. Alright
[Verse 3: The Game]
Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC 10
One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin' Black... skin
This ain't no suit that I wore
This ain't a mansion, a hangin' plaque, this ain't no stupid award
So, oh, he goes platinum. And, oh, I'm on the 'Math with him
He got all the Blackest friends. He wants to be African, me
Left for dead on the Dr.'s Advocate. Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it
Oh, here goes the magic tricks. Candy shops and the magic stick
DeAngelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again
You depressed, you just maskin' it. You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin. But the math wasn't mathin' in
So pass me the torch 'cause the torture in my mind
With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye
To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9's
When you was pretendin' to be the white Royce da 5'9". I just crossed a fine line
Might just force the white guy to call D12 so he can be the pork they grind, swine
And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car
I'd rather listen to Snitch9ine like sixty-nine times
And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you
You're a Karen, call the cops, tell 'em it's a Black man on your block
With a Glock and he got it cocked. And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop
He standin' on a teardrop and he says he can feel Pac in the air
Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin'
(Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island). So silence, I'm—, I'm thinkin', uh, mm, yeah
Nothin' rhymes with orange! So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please, stand up
Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up
I could .40 Glock you, unarmed. Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailie's with me and she's unharmed for now (Dad, I'm really scared)
These are the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defence
Cause G's ain't supposed to fold up. With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up
I'm cold as COVID, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona
The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona
On each side of my shoulders is demons chasin' Jehovah
The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (How it feel?)
Twenty-three years, still ain't penetratin' the culture
You are not, top five, in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes
No André, no Nas, stop tellin' white lies. Sniff a white line, this the right time. I Suge Knight Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy
[Bridge: The Game]
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I'm not Mr. Nice Guy. I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) Dre know. I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) Way to fuckin' go
[Verse 4: The Game]
You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope
Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in a scope
('Cause I'm shady) Shadier than him. (I'm crazy) Crazier than Kim
So when the Bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings
I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains
Oh, you think I'm a Joker? Well, riddle me this
You love you mother? Well, I'm cleanin' out your closet for you and your half-brother
And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanted to go to 8 Mile
Cause when I was little to get some M&M's, I had to walk eight miles
But you wouldn't leave the studio, your life is on loop
That's why I'm doggy in style, 'cause niggas rather bump Snoop
And I'm a lyrical .50 cal. Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin'
The chainsaw, vrinn, vrinn. Hello? Hello? Pagin' Dr. Dre? He ain't got a lot to say
But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you
Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt' and force 'em back in the cocoon
Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?
The chick on the show wasn't pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you
So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana
You wish you was Santana or Cam in them ten Jays
Durag for ten years and never had one wave
And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave
And some say he would back to haunt Slim Shady one day
Now I'm here, hope you ready, this is not mom's spaghetti
This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil' Debbie
He takes the cake. 'Cause she was only fifteen, so how could one not sympathize with her havin' you as a teen?
She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams
Just to see her son out here lookin' like a wigger in jeans (Yeah)
Little Marshall Mathers. Mad 'cause nobody thinks that little Marshall matters
That sentiment's hard to gather. Let's get this shit all together, the picture was ripped, I fixed it
But none with me, you, and 50, let's stitch this shit all together
You like it, Slim? I made it just for you
I even kidnapped Stan's brother and baited him here for you
But you would just say, "No". Probably leave us in the blistering cold
God made you damn near perfect, he just missed your soul
You ain't the shell of who you used to be
And after you, it's me, on the Uzi spree like it's two of me
And Matthew's dead now, it's just you and me
The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry
Mm, is that cultural appropriation
Ask Paul if it's even appropriate for me to make that statement, rude of me
How your day went? Did you re-dye your beard or get another face lift or do shrooms in your mom's basement
Until you nod and see spaceships
And the aliens inside it come and tell you your talent's wasted
Then you wake up and you ain't shit
I know you fiendin' for a Dr. Dre bass hit
How ironic, an addict in a basement
And now I chronic, 'cause I done had it with the fake shit
You never understood ebonics or a cadence
I press everything like a weight bench
And every time the plate hits, you off another playlist
Sorry, it ain't workin' out. Niggas shootin' [billy?] blanks (It's my winner's speech)
While I'm here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray
My other twelve personalities wasn't really in the mood today
Hi, kids, here's somethin' funny, let's all say, "Nigga" once
Crashed the car, hit and run. Jumped out, hid the gun
Your fans want a rap god, well, fuck it, I'ma give him one
I came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one
[Outro: The Game]
Mr. Shady, don't be shady. Pick that pen up, don't be lazy. Call up Dre and get that Dre beat. Jump off stage if shit get crazy. Mr. Shady, don't be shady. Pick that pen up, don't be lazy. Call up Dre and get that Dre beat. Jump off stage if shit get crazy
嘿，奶奶。我仍然在这里，我的Uber跑了。我很快回家。我又有一个接近8英里的接近。好吧，好，也爱你
[介绍：游戏]
G-G-G-G，Shady（G-G）。阴暗的后果（是的）。我，打男孩，回到我们的狗屎上，走吧。是的（G-G）
[合唱：游戏]
我不认为他们知道他们和谁在一起
拉动那辆卡车，黑鬼是鸭子夹
嗨，我是黑色苗条的阴暗
我用烤箱手套打开热量
我在我的chuck脚和狗屎中tip脚
嗨，我是黑色苗条的阴暗
[第1节：游戏]
这是游戏，大脑生病
我来的那一天生病了
Hennessy Runnin'穿过我的静脉，我加载了剪辑并瞄准
厌倦了你的黑人说话，就像你不会在雨中弄湿
现在我是唱歌的弗兰克·海洋
厌倦了黑鬼，bit子和批评家，他们都是一样的
他们玩的la脚游戏，lyin'，试用我的名字
我把鸡巴粘在你的黑屁股上
节目中的浅bit子，只是为了舔尖端，这很荒谬，她看着它成长
我的敌人的十字眼睛的十字准线
如果您过马路，您遇到了我，您撞到了一个轻螺栓
现在，您像centerde一样在驾驶员侧爬行
我，我是芬娜（Finna）乘坐菲律宾（Phillipines）
溢出豆子，踢库尔德，超价，上帝不要干预
当我粉碎了saweetie猫给铁匠铺
这是G-a富裕的m，画我的脸，我是他
Puttin'这个大黑家伙在您的浏览中
[合唱：游戏]
我不认为他们知道他们和谁在一起
拉动那辆卡车，黑鬼是鸭子夹
嗨，我是黑色苗条的阴暗
我用烤箱手套打开热量
我在我的chuck脚和狗屎中tip脚
嗨，我是黑色苗条的阴暗
[第2节：游戏]
昨晚我在地下室杀死了德雷博士
昨晚我被浪费了，昨晚我去了猿
切碎他的身体，忘记了我昨晚放在哪里
有一片谦虚的馅饼，我昨晚无法品尝（哈哈哈）
失去了我的品味和气味，我得到了奥马里奥
我和Fauci博士去了疯狂的女孩，然后我们参加了聚会
所以fee-fi-fum，我和40个笨蛋
不是E-40，其他40岁，我和加拿大人一起在德雷克家中
哈文'
而且我对订购的外卖感到厌倦，什么是牛肉？
牛肉是当您告诉厨师将牛排带出来时
因此，让我们和Dracos和AR一起玩家
让他妈的斯坦利草，在他们的院子里屎
当我在互联网上看到lizzo时，我的家伙保持努力
这是另一个BBL。我的家伙在互联网上很少
我的智力是NFT和加密货币，虽然我永远不会成为crip
我用红色的抹布给the脚大约六o
[Interlude 2：Uber Driver＆The Game]
查克？是的。嘿，伙计，让我们下雨
好看，你的夜晚过得怎么样，兄弟？
我很酷，伙计，你不需要那个面具
没有人再关心那个狗屎
你和你一起有充电器吗？
是的，可以肯定的是，它也一直到达那里
好看，兄弟。 Ayo，我真的用那个起动帽，那狗屎很难像他妈的
我的兄弟斯坦背后的疯狂故事，安息
什么？他二十二年前给了我这顶帽子
该死。这是我最喜欢的。我可以看到一分钟的狗屎吗？
嗯，是的，当然。哦，该死，这个混蛋签名和一切
谁为您签名？阿姆。他曾经像这样的说唱神
伙计，我和我的兄弟称赞他
回到我小的时候，我真的不喜欢他的任何新东西
哇，等等，我知道我们要去哪里，等等，为什么你有一个gu？
哟，闭嘴。是的，伙计，我在驾驶，我会让你在那里等待
我带你，我是粉丝，那很酷
停止向后看，停止在这里查看
太酷了，伙计，你不需要这样做
专注于他妈的路
好的。哟，来吧，伙计。好吧。驾驶。好吧好吧。驾驶。我们会走，我们走。闭嘴。好吧
[第3节：游戏]
问德雷
我只得到我的话，我的鸡巴和我的Mac 10
你永远无法拥有的一件事是我的妈妈黑色...皮肤
这不是我穿的衣服
这不是一个豪宅，一个hang的牌匾，这不是愚蠢的奖项
所以，哦，他去铂金。而且，哦，我和他一起数学
他得到了所有最黑的朋友。他想成为非洲人，我
死于博士的倡导者。我刚刚想象的
哦，这是魔术。糖果店和魔术棒
DeAngelo Bailey的身材再次呼唤您的屁股
你沮丧，你只是掩饰它。您会弹出ADDERALL，VICODIN和阿司匹林。但是数学不是数学
所以传递我的火炬，因为我脑海中的酷刑
用反对押韵的声音将迫使视线
看到我和五个.9的白色劳斯莱斯
当你假装自己是白色royce da 5'9“。我刚刚越过一条细线
可能只是强迫白人打电话给D12，这样他就可以是他们磨的猪肉，猪
这是底特律最大的说唱歌手，该奖项是肖恩·唐（Sean Don）
因此，请切开霞多丽，然后将我的叉子贴在白葡萄酒中
我从未在俱乐部里听过你，我从未在酒吧里听过你
11张专辑和十张从未在我的车里演奏
我宁愿听Snitch9ine大约六十九次
并与六十九个修女一起参加六十九岁
你是凯伦，打电话给警察，告诉你这是你街上的黑人
用格洛克（Glock），他把它滚开了。他脸上的纹身是一颗星和泪珠
他站在泪珠上，他说他可以感觉到PAC在空中
像菲尔·柯林斯（Phil Collins）一样，听他说，他仍然疯狂
（啊，爱泼斯坦在爱泼斯坦岛上追赶我）。如此沉默，我 - 我在思考，嗯，MM，是的
没有橙色的押韵！如此邪恶的苗条苗条的阴暗，请站起来
与我一起拍摄淡出，我很想把这些手放在
我可以.40格洛克，没有武装。用一只手臂将世界放在你的头上
亲爱的Slim，Hailie和我在一起，她现在没有受到伤害（爸爸，我真的很害怕）
这些是我保留的最深处的秘密
因为G是不应该折叠的。我的所有外墙都牢牢扎根，我冻结了
我很冷，如库维德，埃博拉病毒，西班牙流感和电晕
寨卡病毒，肺炎在我的角色深处
在我肩膀的每一侧都是恶魔Chasin'Jehovah
叛徒或士兵，我真的把它交给了霍瓦（感觉如何？）
二十三年，仍然不是穿透文化
你不是，前五
不，安德烈，没有nas，停止泰琳·怀特的谎言。嗅白线，这是正确的时间。我Suge Knight Vanilla Ice，我不是好人先生
[桥：游戏]
我疯了（我疯了，我疯了）我疯了（我疯了，我疯了）我不是好人先生。我疯了（我疯了，我疯了）德雷知道。我疯了（我疯了，我疯了）他妈的的方式
[第4节：游戏]
你让吉米，环球和Interscope生气了
知道，我在范围内得到了吉米，苗条，50岁和通用
（因为我是阴暗的）比他还阴暗。 （我疯了）比金还疯狂
因此，当蝙蝠信号在建筑物上方的云中上升时
我希望你的寿命足够长，可以看到英雄变成恶棍
哦，你认为我是个小丑吗？好吧，这个谜
你爱你妈妈吗？好吧，我为您和您的同父异母兄弟打扫壁橱
我告诉你，当我在底特律时，我想去8英里
因为当我几乎没有得到M＆M的时候，我不得不走八英里
但是你不会离开工作室，你的生活在循环
这就是为什么我的风格狗，因为黑鬼而不是颠簸
我是抒情的.50 cal。让他的大脑全部稀薄，风，游戏全部'
电锯，弗林，弗林。你好？你好？ Pagin'Dre博士？他没有太多要说的
但是由于柯蒂斯总是这样做，让他为你写押韵
告诉他在我的蝴蝶纹身上夹住翅膀，然后将'Em the Cocoon固定在茧中
现在他仍然说唱还是改变了心？
节目中的小鸡没有接我，玛丽亚没有接你
因此，大炮是指蓝色的
并用头巾上的头发擦拭脱衣舞娘
您希望您是Santana或Cam中的十个Jays
杜拉格十年了，从来没有一波
我就是那个失控的奴隶，他们埋在那个坟墓里
有人说他会回到一天
现在我在这里，希望您准备好，这不是妈妈的意大利面条
这是你父亲吃莉尔·黛比（Debbie）时22岁
他拿起蛋糕。 ``因为她只有十五岁，所以一个人怎么不同情她的青少年呢？
她当时不得不失去自己，放弃自己的梦想
只是为了看到她的儿子在这里看起来像牛仔裤中的wiger（是的）
小马歇尔·马瑟斯（Marshall Mathers）。疯狂，因为没有人认为小马歇尔很重要
这种情绪很难收集。让我们一起把这个狗屎一起撕裂，我修复了
但是我，你和50岁，让我们一起缝合在一起
你喜欢，苗条吗？我只是为你做
我什至绑架了斯坦的兄弟，并为你诱使他
但是您只会说“不”。可能让我们感到寒冷
上帝使你接近完美，他只是想念你的灵魂
你不是你以前是谁的外壳
在你之后，是我，就像我两个人一样
马修现在死了，只是你和我
运动裤，爸爸帽，杜拉格和没有珠宝
MM，是文化占用
询问保罗是否适合我发表这一说法，对我无礼
你的日子过得怎么样？您是重新染胡须还是在妈妈的地下室里拿起另一个脸部抬起或做棚子
直到您点头并看到太空飞船
里面的外星人来告诉你你的才华浪费了
然后你醒来，你不屎
我知道你是个狂热的贝斯博士
讽刺，地下室的瘾君子
现在我长期以来长期以来长期以来``因为我做到了
您永远不会理解Ebonics或Cadence
我按所有重量板凳的压力
每当盘子击中时，您都会离开另一个播放列表
抱歉，这不起作用。黑鬼射击[Billy？] Blanks（这是我的赢家演讲）
当我在这里时，我真的应该感谢MGK，UGK，Tech N9ne，Uzi Spray
我的其他十二个个性今天并没有真正的心情
嗨，孩子们，这很有趣，让我们都说“黑鬼”一次
撞车，撞到了车。跳了出去，藏了枪
您的粉丝想要说唱神，好吧，他妈的，我是给他一个
我来把Slim放在一个盒子里，但他已经住在一个盒子里
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Shady先生，别阴影。拿起那根笔，不要懒惰。打电话给Dre，然后获得Dre Beat。如果狗屎发疯，请跳下舞台。 Shady先生，别阴影。拿起那根笔，不要懒惰。打电话给Dre，然后获得Dre Beat。如果狗屎发疯，请跳下舞台