Alchemist Freestyle

[Intro: DJ Whoo Kid & Eminem] Happy 10 year Anniversary Shade 45 Happy Birthday to... all of us except Whoo Kid - yeah [Verse: Eminem] Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman he's a dentist to Amy Administer of the pain 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 breeches like pins of energy rays Menacing stares he glares making the hairs all on the back of your 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 sharp Throwin animal parts at Scarlet Johanson Into my gas chamber yeah gangster my ass He's got his fangs to your neck he's set to strangle your ass hater you're facin the task raider He's chasin your ass he's got his face in the mask and bloodstains on his glass table I'm checking the exposure of o-dosing 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 hydrocordone and codeine I was only s'posed 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 posing Myself self loathing cause I'm on the brink mostly I don't wanna think this'll make everything rosy Beverly sings screams while I'm severing three tosies Totally frozen while I close in I'm yodeling "Rosy! Won't you come out to play? " Illusions 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 neurofins in my syrup and stirred em You never heard him Like this so don't encourage him the neurosurgeon Coke beers and lyrics worsen The kinda person to give Katie Couric to cursin' 80 spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins Crazy turned him Invincible he emerged and Took over the world and Reeled in all the children Lured em into the buildin and killed em Buried em in the mulch and mildew And he will do what he feels And still can spin straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin Cotton to silk mulch into Tylenol three pills The real Slim Shady's entered the buildin It's nothin but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch Mildred he's I'll with it He still shouldn't be healed There's no one as sick as he MCs'll still get freakin seed on the grill then