Microphone Fiend

Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady

Kryptonite to Superman he's a dentist to Amy

Administer of the pain

Just finished huffin the paint

And muffled the fumes like it

was nothin because it ain't

Anything in his his way

His enemies he just slays

His venom he sprays

Reaches like beams of energy rays

Menecing stance

He glares 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 dancin

Part Manson part Hannibal

Part mechanical shark throwin

Animal parts at Scarlett Johannson

Enter my gas chamber

Ya gangster? my ass

He's got his fangs to your neck

He's set to strangle your ass hater

Your facin a task greater

He's chasin your ass

He's got his face in a mask

And blood stains on his glass table

I'm checking the exposure

of photos of 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 nosering

I need a drink I'm standing over the sink hosing

Myself self loathing cause I'm on the brink closely

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 of the papers

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

My world's a whirlwind

I murdered my girlfriend

Go to Europe and put neruphins in my syrup

And stir them

You've never heard him, like this

So don't encourage him

The neurosurgeon coke lyrics

And lyrics worsen

The kind of person

To get paid in Kurichs to curse and

Eighty spirits of ladies get Shady murdered the virgins

Crazy turn of the events that he emerged

To go to the world and got rid of all the children

Load them into the building

And kill'm and bury them in the mud

And mildew and he will do what he feels

And still can spit drawin the gold like Rumplestilskin

Cotton and silk, Motrin and Tylenol three pills

The Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin

Nothin but crumpled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildred

He's amped with it he still shouldn't be healed

There's no one as sick as he

Emcees will get fricasseed on the grill, then