Microphone (Studio Edit)

Once again, it's the sinister cynical minister Shady

Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy

Administerer of the pain, he just finished huffin' the paint

And muffler fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't

Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays

His venom he sprays, reaches like beams of energy rays

Menacing stares, he glares, making the hairs

All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep

Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan

Yeah, Angela, so I command ya to start dancin'

Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark

Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansson

Enter my gas chamber, you gangsta? My ass

He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater

You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

I am checking the exposure of photos of me exposing

Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing

Windows opening, shutting; doors opening, closing

I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine

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 hosing

Myself, self-loathing, cause I'm on a brink, mostly

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 "Ro-o-w-sie, won't you come out to pla-?"

And no sense 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 Nurofens in my syrup and stirred 'em

You never heard 'em like this, so don't encourage him

The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than

The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'

Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins

Crazy turn of events 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 spin, straw to gold like Rumplestilskin

Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills

The Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin'

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in 'is husk

Mildred, he's ill with it, he still shouldn't be healed

There's no one as sick as he, MC's will get fricassed on the grill, then..



(Alchemist: Outro)

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