low, down, dirty lyrics – eminem

warning, this sh*t’s gon’ be rated r, restricted
you see this bullet hole in my neck? it’s self inflicted
doctor slapped my momma, “b*tch you got a sick kid”
arrested, molested myself and got convicted

wearing visors, sungl*sses and disguises
’cause my split personality is having an ident*ty crisis
i’m dr. hyde and mr. jekyll, disrespectful
hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo
“murder murder redrum”

brain size of a bread crumb
which drug will i end up dead from
inebriated, till my stress is elevated
how in the f*ck can eminem and shady be related?

illiterate, illegitimate sh*t spitter
b*tch getter, hid in the bush like margot kidder
jumped out killed the b*tch and did her
use to let the babysitter suck my d*ck when i was little’er

smoke a blunt while i’m t*tty f*ckin’ bette midler
sniper, waiting on your roof like the fiddler
y’all thought i was gonna rhyme with riddler
didn’t ya? bring your b*tch, i wanna see if this d*ck gon’ fit in her

i’m low down and i’m shiftee
and if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
and ask him where the f*ck did he get his d*mn raps from
i’m low down and i’m shiftee
and if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
and ask him where the f*ck did he get his d*mn raps from

i lace tunes, i’m out this world like space moons
with a bunch crazed loons dismissin’ brains like braze wounds
nothing but idiots and misfits, dip sh*ts
doing whip pits, p*ssed out like sanford snip pits

where’s the weed, i wanna tamper with it
i’ma let your grandpa hit it
mix it up with cocaine so her can’t forget it
f*ck it, maybe i’m a b*m

but i was put on this earth to make your baby mama c*m
so what i’m on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
losing all of my leverage
went up inside the first national bank broke, and left rich

walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out like eckridge
band just making my neck itch, what the f*ck? gimme the tech b*tch
you just lost your tip, there’s a pubic hair in my breakfast
got sh*t popping off like bottle cap tips
get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama’s chapped lips

slap hips, support domestic violence
beat your b*tches *ss while your kids stare in silence
i’m just joking, is dirty dozen’s really dust smoking?
if all your sh*t’s missing, than probably one of us broke in

i’m low down and i’m shiftee
and if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
and ask him where the f*ck did he get his d*mn raps from
i’m low down and i’m shiftee
and if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
and ask him where the f*ck did he get his d*mn raps from

my head’s ringing, like it was spider sense tingling
lit it like green bay did when they sh*tted on new england
i’m out the game, put the second string in
this brandy got my swinging

bobbing back and forth like a penguin
delinquent, toking microphones with broken english
make your mama be like “oh, this is good, who sing this?”
slim shady, his tape is dope, i love it
it’s rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug sh*t

it was predicted by a medic
i’d grow to be an addicted diabetic
living off liquid triametic
pathetic, but i don’t think this headache’s ever vanishing

panicking, i think i might have just took too much anacin
frozen manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
i think i’m dying, god is that you?
somebody help me, before i od on an lp

take me to er asap for an iv
motherf*ck jlb, they don’t support no hip hop
they say that’s where it ends, the closest they gon’ come is tupac
it’s politics, it’s all a fix

setup by these white blue collared hicks
just to make a dollar off of black music
with a subliminal ball of tricks
but those can kiss *ss and swallow d*cks

i’m low down and i’m shiftee
and if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
and ask him where the f*ck did he get his d*mn raps from
i’m low down and i’m shiftee
and if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
and ask him where the f*ck did he get his d*mn raps from

/ eminem lyrics