Shadyxv Lyrics - Shadyxv - Eminem

I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought 

I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog 

Night club, shit, I was taught if you see these on fire 

You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire department 

So you might not hear sirens at all 

But don't be alarmed if I sound off 

Something just ain't right with me, dawg 

A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be harder 

Widely regarded, highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded 

But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous 

I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit 

Looking to box with anybody, disorderly conduct 

I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith 

Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in shock 

Frantic, I'm trapped in a closet 

Panic attack cause I'm claustrophobic 

No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver from movement 

Cause I have no room for improvement 

I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and boxed it 

Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the content 

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Bar exam, start of insanity 

Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson 

Animal snarls, cannibal jaws 

Shark mandibles, lambs that'll slaughter 

Looking scamp as Hannibal stalking 

Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his pockets 

Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka 

But that gal has some knockers 

I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious 

What happened, doc? I passed out again 

Alcohol's making me break into vacant's naked 

Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun 

Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics 

Too close to the StairMaster 

Poked a hole in the air mattress and popped it 

Woke up shortly thereafter, hungover 

No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it 

Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich 

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And the cross stitching is a cross mixing 

Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin 

Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop crotches 

Swatch watches and sneakers matches with the Parkers 

But it's like being overstaffed at a boxing gym 

With all these trainers, but I don't have any boxers 

And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still wasted 

Like paper you write raps on, obnoxious 

Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils? 

Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall 

I'll stand there and yell that at a wall 

Until the mannequin doll scatter the inanimate objects 

That I'm battering all shatter and fall 

Cause I hear the track and I'm starting to get fucking amped 

I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked up to my fucking back, 

I'm a Duracell 

But I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all could get jumped 

And I'd catch the battery charge, but 

I got a hunch like your back when it's arching 

When I start attacking your squadron 

You'll feel like MasterCard when I'm charging 

So take a swipe at me, I'm coming straight at you 

Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers 

So get the sack of Wisconsin 

That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I kidding? 

You faggots are all gonna do my bidding 

Don't get dragged to the auction 

Neiman Marcus, bags of Vuitton and all 

I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this 

Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass 

See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave 

In a fucking taxi cab to go shopping 

Affable guy next door is laughable 

My next whore's gonna have mechanical arms 

That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor 

No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies hard 

I got a Magic Johnson 

It's like a magic wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me 

If Ronda Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out 

Holding a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me 

I'll laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me 

Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing around 

And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse 

And Madonna with mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist 

I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony 

Just so happens she's fond of algae 

Cause now she's faceplants on the concrete 

Complete lack of responsibility 

Half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a spirit 

Shit, you fags couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop 

But I let the track lift 'em up, boost the energy 

Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is this now 

Five-finger discount 

Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, it's easy 

Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery 

Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit 

("Em") Paul was scared that if I went back to the blonde 

I might relapse, get on some bullshit 

Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson 

Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher Roth 

And have some back and forths 

And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse 

And perform Fack in concert 

Yo, I put that shit on a greatest hits album 

Now that was awesome 

It takes some massive balls to do some shit like that 

Sometimes I have to ponder why people are like 

(I'll stick around) 

And put up with my crap so long for 

What's the attraction, mama? 

Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre 

Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you, mama? 

Who knows at this point, it's always poking so meh 

Still get along with this voice cause that's the monster 

So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that 

What they don't know is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh 

She loves the way I lie 

Sits on my face and waits for my nose to grow 

Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an asshole 

That my disguise is pants, but they on fire 

So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the track off 

Sabotage Christmas, crap in your stocking 

I'm wrapping up all the presents 

In fucking camouflage so you can't even find 'em 

Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off 

Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him 

Blowing the head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond 

Put the basket back all the bath salt packets are gone, I 

Know you really tired of me sampling Billy Squier 

But classic rock acid rap is the genre 

Got Slash on guitar, splash of Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith 

And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula Chocula 

Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan 

Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em 

Smack Kim Basinger on a ass