The Black Slim Shady Lyrics – The Game

The Black Slim Shady Lyrics by The Game is latest English song with music also given by Hit-Boy, Brian King Joseph. The Black Slim Shady song lyrics are written by The Game.

The Black Slim Shady Song Detail

The Black Slim Shady Lyrics

Hey! Grandma
I’m still out here making my uber runs
I’ll be home soon
I just got one more pick up
Kinda close to 8 mile
Okay, okay, love you too

G-g-g-g, shady (g-g)
Shady aftermath (yeah!)
Me and hit-boy back on our sh!T
Let’s go!
Yeah! (g-g)

I don’t think they know who they fu*king with
Pull that truck around, n!Ggas is ducking clips
Hi, I’m the black slim shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my chucks and sh!T
Hi, I’m the black slim shady

It’s game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy running through my veins
I load up the clip and aim
Sick of you n!Ggas talking like you
Won’t get wet in the rain
Now I’m singing frank ocean
And you get hit with this novacane
Sick and tired of n!Ggas, b!Tches
And critics, they all the same
Lame games they playing, lying, trying me for my name
I stick my d!Ck in your black a$$
Shallow b!Tch on the show
Just to lick the tip it’s ridiculous
She watching it grow cross eyed-ed
Crosshairs on my enemies
If you cross the street
You run into me, you crash in to a light bolt
Now you crawling out the driver side like a centipede
And me, I’m finna be on a jet to the phillipines
Spill the beans, kick the kool-aid
Overtell, god don’t intervene
While I’m smashing saweetie pu$$y to smithereens
It’s the g-a-ficky-ficky-m, paint my face, I’m him
Putting this big black d!Ck in your skims

I don’t think they know who they fu*king with
Pull that truck around, n!Ggas is ducking clips
Hi, I’m the black slim shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my chucks and sh!T
Hi, I’m the black slim shady

I killed dr. Dre in my basement last night
I was wasted last night
I went ape sh!T last night
Chopped his body up
And forget where I placed it last night
Had a slice of humble pie
I couldn’t taste it last night (hahaha)
Lost my taste and my smell, I got omarion
Me and dr. Fauci went to crazy girls
And then we got our party on
So fee-fi-fum, I’m with 40 going dumb
Not e-40, the other 40
I’m with canadians in drake’s house
Having a stakeout
And I’m so tired of ordering takeout, what’s beef?
Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out
So let’s play house with the dracos and ar’s
Stay the fu*k up off of stanley grass
And take a sh!T in they yard
And my d!Ck stay hard
When I see lizzo on the internet
Here it is another bbl
And my d!Ck get little on the internet
My intellect is nft’s and cryptos
I can never be a crip though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six o’s

Chuck?
Yeah!
Hey! Man, let’s get you out the rain
Good looking, how’s your day going, bro?
I’m cool, man, you don’t need that mask
Nobody cares about that sh!T anymore
You got a charger up there with you?
Yeah! For sure, it reaches all the way back there too
Good looking, homie
Ayo, I really fu*k with that starter cap
That sh!T hard as fu*k
Crazy story behind it
My brother stan, rest in peace
What?
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago
Damn
It’s my favorite
Can I see that sh!T for a minute?
Uhh! Yeah! Sure
Oh! Sh!T, this mother-fu*ker autographed and everything
Who signed it for you?
Eminem
He used to be like this rap god
Man, me and my brother praised him
Back when I was little
I don’t really like any of his new stuff
Woah! Wait, I know where we’re going
Wait, why do you have a gu—?
Yo, shut the fu*k up
Aye! Man, I’m driving, I’ll get you there wait
I’ll take you, I’m a fan, that’s cool
Stop looking back, stop looking back here
It’s cool dude, man, you don’t need to do this
Focus on the fu*king road
Okay
Yo, come on, man
Alright
Drive
Alright, alright
Drive
We’ll go, we’ll go
Shut the fu*k up
Alright

Ask dre
All I got is my word, my d!Ck and my mac 10
One thing you can never have is my mother-fu*king black… Skin
This ain’t no suit that I wore
This ain’t a mansion, a hanging plaque
This ain’t no stupid award
So, oh! He goes platinum
And, oh! I’m on the ‘math with him
He got all the blackest friends
He wants to be african, me
Left for dead on the dr.’s advocate
Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it
Oh! Here goes the magic tricks
Candy shops and the magic stick
Deangelo bailey got in shape to whoop your a$$ again
You depressed, you just masking it
You pop a adderall, a vicodin, and a aspirin
But the math wasn’t mathing in
So pass me the torch ’cause the torture in my mind
With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye
To see that I was in the white rolls royce with five .9’s
When you was pretending to be the white royce da 5’9″
I just crossed a fine line
Might just force the white guy to call d12
So he can be the pork they grind, swine
And the biggest rapper in detroit, that award is sean don
So uncork the chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car
I’d rather listen to snith9ine like sixty-nine times
And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns
Than listen to you
You’re a karen, call the cops
Tell them it’s a black man on your block
With a glock and he got it c0cked
And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop
He standing on a (..?) drop
And he says he can feel pac in the air
Like phil collins, listen to him, he still wilding
Aah! Epstein chased me around epstein island
So silence, I’m—, I’m thinking, uhh! Mm, yeah!
Nothing rhymes with orange!
So ficky-ficky slim shady, please, stand up
Shoot the fade with me, I’d love to put these hands up
I could .40 glock you, unarmed
Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear slim, hailie’s with me
And she’s unharmed for now (dad, I’m really scared)
These are the deepest secrets
I keep and I be on defence
’cause g’s ain’t supposed to fold up
With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up
I’m cold as covid, ebola, the spanish flu, and corona
The zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona
On each side of my shoulders is demons chasing jehovah
The renegade or the soldier
I really gave it to hova (how it feel?)
Twenty-three years, still ain’t penetrating the culture
You are not, top five, in mine, b.I.G or pac eyes
No andré, no nas, stop telling white lies
Sniff a white line, this the right time
I suge knight vanilla ice, I’m not mr. Nice guy

I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy)
I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy)
I’m not mr. Nice guy
I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy)
Dre know
I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy)
Way to fu*king go

You done p!Ssed off jimmy, universal, and interscope
Know, I got jimmy, slim, 50, and universal in a scope
(’cause I’m shady) shadier than him
(I’m crazy) crazier than kim
So when the bat signal goes up in the clouds
Above the buildings
I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains
Oh! You think I’m a joker? Well, riddle me this
You love you mother?
Well, I’m cleaning out your closet for you
And your half-brother
And I told you when I was in detroit
I wanted to go to 8 mile
’cause when I was little to get some m&m’s
I had to walk eight miles
But you wouldn’t leave the studio
Your life is on loop
That’s why I’m doggy in style
’cause n!Ggas rather bump snoop
And I’m a lyrical .50 cal
Leave his brain all thin, wind
The games all ending
The chainsaw, vrinn, vrinn
Hello? Hello?
Paging dr. Dre?
He ain’t got a lot to say
But since curtis always do
Let him write the rhymes for you
Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt’
And force them back in the cocoon
Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?
The chick on the show wasn’t picking me
And mariah wasn’t picking you
So the cannons is blam-blamming
And if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole
With the hair grease from your bandana
You wish you was santana or cam in them ten jays
Durag for ten years and never had one wave
And I was that runaway slave
That they buried in that one grave
And some say he would back to haunt slim shady one day
Now I’m here, hope you ready, this is not mom’s spaghetti
This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil’ debbie
He takes the cake
’cause she was only fifteen
So how could one not sympathize with her having you as a teen?
She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams
Just to see her son out here looking like a wigger in jeans
Yeah!
Little marshall mathers
Mad ’cause nobody thinks that little marshall matters
That sentiment’s hard to gather
Let’s get this sh!T all together
The picture was ripped, I fixed it
But none with me, you, and 50
Let’s stitch this sh!T all together
You like it, slim?
I made it just for you
I even kidnapped stan’s brother and baited him here for you
But you would just say, “No”
Probably leave us in the blistering cold
God made you damn near perfect, he just missed your soul
You ain’t the shell of who you used to be
And after you, it’s me, on the uzi spree like it’s two of me
And matthew’s dead now, it’s just you and me
The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry
Mm, is that cultural appropriation
Ask paul if it’s even appropriate for me
To make that statement, rude of me
How your day went?
Did you re-dye your beard or get another face lift
Or do shrooms in your mom’s basement
Until you nod and see spaceships
And the aliens inside it come
And tell you your talent’s wasted
Then you wake up and you ain’t sh!T
I know you fiending for a dr. Dre bass hit
How ironic, an addict in a basement
And now I chronic, ’cause I done had it with the fake sh!T
You never understood ebonics or a cadence
I press everything like a weight bench
And every time the plate hits, you off another playlist
Sorry, it ain’t working out
N!Ggas shooting [billy?] blanks (it’s my winner’s speech)
While I’m here, I should really thank mgk
Ugk, tech n9ne, uzi spray
My other twelve personalities wasn’t really in the mood today
Hi, kids, here’s something funny
Let’s all say, “N!Gga” once
Crashed the car, hit and run
Jumped out, hid the gun
Your fans want a rap god
Well, fu*k it, I’ma give him one
I came to put slim in a box
But he already live in one

Mr. Shady, don’t be shady
Pick that pen up, don’t be lazy
Call up dre and get that dre beat
Jump off stage if sh!T get crazy
Mr. Shady, don’t be shady
Pick that pen up, don’t be lazy
Call up dre and get that dre beat
Jump off stage if sh!T get crazy

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