also check out Verse 1, 2, verse 3, verse 4 and verse 5
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[Verse 4 – Eminem]
Yeah, yeah
Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman he's a Denis to Amy
Administer of the pain
Just finished huffing the paint and muffler the fumes
Like it was nothing because it ain't
Anything in his way
His enemies he just slays
His venom he spray
Reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stance
He plans making the hairs all on the back of your neck stand
Like Dracula yep
Spectacular rep he's a tarantula
Gargantuan yeah Angela
So I command you to start dancing
Part Manson part Hannibal
Part mechanical shark throwing
Animal parts at Scarlett Johannson
Enter my gas chamber
You gangster? my ass
He's got his fangs to your neck
He's set to strangle your ass hater
You’re facing a task greater
He's chasing your ass
He's got his face in a mask
And blood stains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure of photos and me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing
Next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dosing off
Overdosing
Windows opening shutting
Doors opening closing
I think there's a ghost
Too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only supposed to swallow half
I took the whole thing
I'm not joking
I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink I'm standing over the sink hosing
Myself self loathing cause I'm on the brink mostly
I don't wanna think
These'll make everything rosy
Beverly sings Scream while I'm severing Three toesies
Totally frozen while I close in
I'm Jodeling Rosyyyyyy won't you come out to play
No sense wasting time
Cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
Making shrines of my crimes and capers
My world's a whirlwind
I murdered my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put neruphins in my syrup
And stirred them
You've never heard them, like this
So don't encourage them
The neurosurgeon coke mirrors and lyrics worsen
The kind of person to get Katie Curic to curse and
Eighty spirits of ladies get Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turn of events the day he emerged
Took over the world, and reeled in all the children
Lured em into the building and killed em
Buried them in the mud and mildew
And he will do what he feels
And still can spit drawing the gold like Rumpelstiltskin
Cotton and silk, Motrin and Tylenol three pills
The Real Slim Shady's entered the building
Nothing but crumpled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildred
He's ill with it he still shouldn't be healed
There's no one as sick as he
MCs will get friction on the grill then
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