Lyrics Low, down, dirty Eminem

Low, down, dirty

[ Verso 1 - Eminem ]
Warning, this shit's gon
be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole
in my neck?
It's self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma,
"Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested myself
and got convicted
Wearing visors,
sunglasses and disguises
Cause my split personality
is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyl
Disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head
while these whispers echo
"Murder Murder Redrum"
Brain size of a
bread crumb
Which drug will
I end up dead from Inebriated,
till my stress is eleviated
"How in the fuck can Eminem
and shady be related?"
Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush
like Margot Kidder
Jumped out (Ahhhh!)
killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck
my dick when I was little'er
Smoke a blunt while
I'm titty fuckin Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your
roof like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna
rhyme with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch
I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her

[ Ritornello - Eminem ]
I'm low down and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man
that sounds like me smack'em
And ask him where the fuck
did he get his damn raps from

[ Verso 2 - Eminem ]
I lace tunes, I'm out this
world like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons
dismissin brains like braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits,
dipshits
Doing whippits, passed out
like Sanford snippits
Where's the weed,
I wanna tamper with it
I'ma let 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 alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National
Bank broke, and left rich
Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage
Smoked out like Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch
What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip,
there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off
like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like
the dead skin of your
mama's chapped lips
Slap hips,
support domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while
your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's
really dust smoking?
If all your shit's missing,
than probably one of us broke in

[ Ritornello - Eminem ]

[ Verso 3 - Eminem ]
My head's ringing,
like it was Spider Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did
when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game,
put the second string in
This Brandy got my swinging
Bobbing back and forth
like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones
with Broken English
Make your mama be like
"Ohh! This is good! Who sing this?"
"Slim Shady,
his tape is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit
talking all that drug shit."
It was predicted by a medic
I'd grow to be an addicted diabetic
Living off liquid 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 help me,
before I OD on an LP
Take me to ER
ASAP for and IV
Motherfuck JLB,
they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends,
the closest they gon come is Tupac
It's politics, it's all a fix
Setup by these white
blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music
With a subliminal ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks

[ Ritornello - Eminem ]