Once again it's the sinister cynical minister shady
Kryptonite the superman he's a dennis to amy
Administer of the pain just finish cover the paint
And muffle the fumes like it was nothin' because it ain't
Anything in his way his enemies he just slays
His venom he spray reaches like beads of energy rays
Menacing stares he glares making the hairs all on the back of yah neck stand
Like dracula yep spectacular rep he's a tarantula gargantuan
Yah angela so [bad word] yah to start dancin'
Part manson part hannibal part mechanical
Sharpthrowing animal parts at scarlett johansen
Enter my gas chamber yah gangsta? my ****
He's got his fangs to your neck he's set to strangle ya **** hater
You're facin' a task greater he's chasin' your ****
He's got his face in a mask your blood stains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure a full dose of me
Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing next to the [bad word] Bodies eroding while i'm dozing off overdosing
Windows opening-shutting doors opening-closing i think there's a ghost
Too much hydrocordone on coating
I was only 'sposed to swallow a 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 posing
Myself self-loathing cause i'm on a brink postally
I don't wanna think this will make everything rosy
Beverly sings scream while i'm severing three toesies
Totally frozen while i close in i'm yodelling "rosey won't [bad word] out to play?"
nuisance wasting time cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
Making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds i murder my girlfriends
Go to europe and put nervines in my syrop and stirred 'em
You never heard 'em like this so don't encourage him
The neurosurgeon coke mirrors i'm lyrics worse than
The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'
Eighty spirits of ladies cause shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turn him convinced that he emerged took over the world
And reeled in all the children lured 'em into the building and killed 'em
Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels
And still can spit drawn to gold [bad word] Cotton to silk motrin to tylenol 3 pills the real slim shady's entered the buildin'
There's nothing but [bad word] leaves and tumbleweeds up in this **** mildrid
He's ill wit it he still shouldn't be heeled
There's no one as sick as he mc's will get freakasied on the grill then