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Eminem - IÂ’m Having a Relapse


How the hell did he manage to get more felony charges?

HeÂ’s already got life in jail, man, what the hell is his problem?

Well, to be honest the smell of these chronic leaves make me hella demonic

TheyÂ’ve compelled me to kill this elderly man

And I get these panic attacks

Pop a Xanax, relax

Tryna stick my fuckinÂ’ dick inside a mannequinÂ’s ass

Then I get manic depressed

See the orthodontist get gassed

Man, itÂ’s kickass

The first thing I put on is the mask

Speaking of masks, man, it ainÂ’t too late to have a change of face

And take it off and show my face so you can see the things you facinÂ’

Slice you up and cook you after youÂ’re murdered by strangulation

ThatÂ’s bacon souffle you makinÂ’, ainÂ’t you? Well, thank you Jason

There goes one more coma

Due to blunt force trauma

Just give me one more Soma

And IÂ’ll be done for, mama

Go in the damn broom closet

Another Valium, lost it

ShovinÂ’ the vacuum nozzle

Down the bathroom faucet

Seems like every day I get a little flakier

The medication is making my hands a little shakier

Hand me the 18 month old baby, come shake ‘em up

ItÂ’ll only take me a second to choke his trachea

BreakinÂ’ his neck in eightsome places

Baby, heÂ’s Shady comes lady

HeÂ’s got the razor-b-blades and the ch-ch-chain-ch-saw, baby

You b-b-blundering, bumbling m-m-mumbling dum-dum

Yeah, here I come-come, you hear the rumbling? Vrum-vrum

ThereÂ’s something inside of that blue tub and that drum-drum

My head and torso are some wonÂ’ where they come from

WhoÂ’s it belong to, maybe the girl with the long blonde hair

Who disappeared and left her cheerleader pom-poms

Clearly thereÂ’s someÂ’ wrong

‘Cause she didn’t come home

SheÂ’s missing

Where is she?

Something fishy is goinÂ’ on

I guess he stuck the bitch with the pitchfork with the long prongs

Now everybody get your dance on to my damn song

Come on