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