Freestyle19

Paul Where's my words at

Yo see Slim Shady

yo, where the birds at

Me and Flip the middle ones

Rappers get these little ones in they mouth

These little nuts, yeah

I don't care I ain't afraid to admit it

I got a little **** yeah, but so do you

You scared to admit it

You won't spit it on this mother freakin' mic

Cause I will strike and smack your ass like a freakin' fag

And I don't care if you get offended

I never pretended to rock this microphone beef

You wanna start it now we'll end it

Cause when I slip in the zone up on this microphone

People want me to do a written rap but **** that go home

I don't really give a damn I'll kick right off of the top

And everything that I drop always gonna remain hot

Let on the spot, Slim, I mean woops, Grim it's when im dim

Yo, I'm in affect mode

Rappers get they neck sewed

Get they whole threshold ****** up

Get they damn fleshed sewed

Ha, ha

I busted, I kill it, I crush it, I do it, the fluid, I spill it, I'm ill wit

These ************* rhymes that I be coming with there running with me

Kick you in the ************* stomach s**t

Cause you don't want none of it

Rappers always try but they always die

And rappers always stuck to me and tried to lie

(Arf, Arf)

Yo, where my dogs at

Yo (err, ribbit) where my frogs at

In the house, It really doesn't matter cause I still turn it out

When I step on this mic, smacking your spouse

Ha, Ha

The illest MC to come off the top

When I get this drum off

Yo Strech give me a break, let me catch my freakin' breath

And till' the death, bust rhymes till' there's none left

I'm wanted for theft and robbery

And probably smack a ***** up in the lobby G

Cause she don't want none of me

I'm the illest MC to ever hold a cordless on the planet earth and you'll see

That I'm from the freakin' D

Ya'll don't get my point I'm from Detroit

Smoking fake grass like a joint

That's the first simplest rhyme I ever said in my life

But, at the end of the night I'll still be ******* your wife

S**t, I really don't care your style needs to switch

Cause you ain't rich, that's why you ain't rich

Remain underground, can't come off the top

You can't drop rhymes nonstop like this

I might twist my freakin' **** up in your ear

Rappers always wanna stand clear

I'm a ************* landmine

Ya'll don't understand mine

I'm Slim Shady showing out like my tan line

Ha, ha

The illest MC to rhyme

Every time the illest MC of our time

I rhyme time and time twice but I'm nice

With this mic device I slice right through your Adams apple

I had a Snapple and a motherfreakin' syringe

Up in the bathroom I shouldn't have but yo I boinked

To any MC up in this s**t who want some

To any MC who wanna step up and get some

Get done, **** competition

Let me catch my breath one more time

Yo, I'm on a mission

To stomp any MC comp I just trunked

And swamp is this truamp a word? no its not

Yo, but here I go with this lyrical, miracles, spiritual flows, that I slow

Driving MC's crazy, Slim Shady, up in your ************* radio baby

Ha ha