Things Get Worse (Lost Version)

[Chorus] There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just "How far will this go?" How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t, can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better [Verse 1] Holy Toledo, it’s Angelina Jolie, amigo She told me "Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I’ll deep throat," And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see, bro Who was a fantasy, I don’t mean to damage your ego You faggots wanna 'rassle? I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole And rope it shut with a lasso Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil Just in case I ain't dope enough with the raps, though Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco Shady let go, the ho has been choked enough, let her ass go Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole 'Cause I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra's cuter Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her I’m off my fucking meds, but I’m on an electric scooter I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers Spit in Jason's face while I vomit on Freddy Krueger They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra- Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cause... [Chorus] There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just "How far will this go?" How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t, can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better [Verse 2] I guess for him to stop is impossible He just picked up another prostitute in the parking lot of the hospital And beat her over the head mercilessly and left her for dead He thought she was, 'cause otherwise he would never have left Miraculously, she survived the attack Even after his accuracy after he hacked the pussy with an axe What are the odds that she'd be back? He grabbed his encyclopedia off of the top of his fucking CD rack Hit her with that then he threw her into the TV, ah! I'm not playing, Rihanna, where'd you get the VD at? Motherfuck the media! I'm reading ya something strictly from me to ya Straight off the paper and this one's a freebie Jack Let me add my two cents, of course I side with Chris Brown I'd beat a bitch down too if she gave my dick an itch, now It's just ridiculous how much this kind of sit-ow- Ation can make her stink, how much gangster shit can he dish out? [Chorus] There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just "How far will this go?" How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t, can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better [Verse 3] Oh my gosh, I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer! Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle It's like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya My God, ya psychologically fucked Michael'd like an apology, what? Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts I’m as cold as a motherfucking icicle, I'm a nut I ain't nuttin’ nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut The poster addict for post-traumatic stress I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while This is the closest that it's come to the Marshall Mathers I can hear him start to gather I don’t paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door while the whore is tanning (He can’t say whore!) Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny Then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties [Chorus] There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just "How far will this go?" How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t, can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better