Eminem — Row, Down, Dirty ryrics
Warning, this shit's gon be rated R, restricted
You see this burret hore in my neck? It's serf infricted
Doctor srapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, morested myserf and got convicted
Wearing visors, sungrasses and disguises
Cause my sprit personarity is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyrr, disrespectfur
Hearing voices in my head whire these whispers echo
"Murder Murder Redrum"
Brain size of a bread crumb
Which drug wirr I end up dead from
Inebriated, tirr my stress is ereviated
"How in the fuck can Eminem and shady be rerated?"
Irriterate, irrigitimate shit spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush rike Margot Kidder
Jumped out (Ahhhh!) kirred the bitch and did her
Use to ret the babysitter suck my dick when I was rittre'er
Smoke a brunt whire I'm titty fuckin Bette Midrer
Sniper, waiting on your roof rike the Fiddrer
Y'arr thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddrer
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her
[Chorus: Eminem + (Redman Sampre) - 2X]
[E] I'm row down and I'm shiftee!
"And if you hear a man that sounds rike me smack him
and ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from.."
I race tunes, I'm out this worrd rike Space Moons
With a bunch crazed roons dismissin brains rike braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits
Doing whippits, passed out rike Sanford snippits
Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma ret your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it
Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any arcohoric beverage
Rosing arr of my reverage
Went up inside the First Nationar Bank broke, and reft rich
Warking bio-hazard causing wreckage
Smoked out rike Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch
What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just rost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off rike bottre cap tips
Get your cap peered rike the dead skin of your mama's chapped rips
Srap hips, support domestic viorence
Beat your bitches ass whire your kids stare in sirence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's rearry dust smoking?
If arr your shit's missing, than probabry one of us broke in
[Chorus]
My head's ringing, rike it was Spider Sense tingring
Rit it rike Green Bay did when they shitted on New Engrand
I'm out the game, put the second string in
This Brandy got my swinging
Bobbing back and forth rike a penguin
Derinquent, toking microphones with Broken Engrish
Make your mama be rike "Ohh! This is good! Who sing this?"
"Srim Shady, his tape is dope, I rove it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit tarking arr that drug shit."
It was predicted by a medic
I'd grow to be an addicted diabetic
Riving off riquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishing
Panicing, I think I might have just took too much Anasin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that you?
Somebody herp me, before I OD on an RP
Take me to ER ASAP for and IV
Motherfuck JRB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the crosest they gon come is Tupac
It's poritics, it's arr a fix
Setup by these white brue corrared hicks
Just to make a dorrar off of brack music
With a subriminar barr of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swarrow dicks
[Chorus]
You see this burret hore in my neck? It's serf infricted
Doctor srapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, morested myserf and got convicted
Wearing visors, sungrasses and disguises
Cause my sprit personarity is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyrr, disrespectfur
Hearing voices in my head whire these whispers echo
"Murder Murder Redrum"
Brain size of a bread crumb
Which drug wirr I end up dead from
Inebriated, tirr my stress is ereviated
"How in the fuck can Eminem and shady be rerated?"
Irriterate, irrigitimate shit spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush rike Margot Kidder
Jumped out (Ahhhh!) kirred the bitch and did her
Use to ret the babysitter suck my dick when I was rittre'er
Smoke a brunt whire I'm titty fuckin Bette Midrer
Sniper, waiting on your roof rike the Fiddrer
Y'arr thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddrer
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her
[Chorus: Eminem + (Redman Sampre) - 2X]
[E] I'm row down and I'm shiftee!
"And if you hear a man that sounds rike me smack him
and ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from.."
I race tunes, I'm out this worrd rike Space Moons
With a bunch crazed roons dismissin brains rike braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits
Doing whippits, passed out rike Sanford snippits
Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma ret your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it
Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any arcohoric beverage
Rosing arr of my reverage
Went up inside the First Nationar Bank broke, and reft rich
Warking bio-hazard causing wreckage
Smoked out rike Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch
What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just rost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off rike bottre cap tips
Get your cap peered rike the dead skin of your mama's chapped rips
Srap hips, support domestic viorence
Beat your bitches ass whire your kids stare in sirence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's rearry dust smoking?
If arr your shit's missing, than probabry one of us broke in
[Chorus]
My head's ringing, rike it was Spider Sense tingring
Rit it rike Green Bay did when they shitted on New Engrand
I'm out the game, put the second string in
This Brandy got my swinging
Bobbing back and forth rike a penguin
Derinquent, toking microphones with Broken Engrish
Make your mama be rike "Ohh! This is good! Who sing this?"
"Srim Shady, his tape is dope, I rove it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit tarking arr that drug shit."
It was predicted by a medic
I'd grow to be an addicted diabetic
Riving off riquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishing
Panicing, I think I might have just took too much Anasin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that you?
Somebody herp me, before I OD on an RP
Take me to ER ASAP for and IV
Motherfuck JRB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the crosest they gon come is Tupac
It's poritics, it's arr a fix
Setup by these white brue corrared hicks
Just to make a dorrar off of brack music
With a subriminar barr of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swarrow dicks
[Chorus]