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May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real Slim Sadie please stand up? I repeat. Will the real Slim Sadie please stand up? We're gonna have a problem here. Show that you've never seen a white person before. Jaws all in the floor. Their panty Tommy dispersed in the door. His daughter was in her ass first. And before the first divorce. Throwing her over furniture. Is the return of the- Oh wait, no wait. You're kidding. He didn't just say what a dandy did. Did he? And Dr. Dre says. Nothing dandy. It's Dr. Dre's dad. He's locked in my base. Hi-ya. I'm with him and he's swimming. Not him and them. Ticka ticka ticka Slim Sadie. I'm sick of him. Look at him. Walking around. Wabbin as you know. White lippin and you know. Oh yeah. But he's so cute though. Yeah. Probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose. But the worst of what's going on in the parents' bedroom. Still don't die. No one in here don't see me in the set loose. But hey. The proof that I'm green. The hope of that moves. I'm a little pissed. And that's the message that we deliver to little kids. And expect them not to know where the woman splitter is pissed. Of course. It's on the note within the course. It's on the top of your course. Dr. Dre is out to discover me channel. Don't they? We ain't nothing but cannibals. Well. Some of us cannibals. Who cut us a beaver loaf in the cantaloupe. But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes. Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't be both. But if you feel like I'd be like out to yatter though. With the weight of dandy hoes. Or a dandy door. I'm a Slim Sadie. Yes. I'm the real Sadie. Or you are the Slim Sadie. So just demotivating. So I'm the real Slim Sadie. Please stand up. Please stand up. Please stand up. Cause I'm Slim Sadie. Yes. I'm the real Sadie. Or you are the Slim Sadie. So just demotivating. So I'm the real Slim Sadie. Please stand up. Please stand up. Please stand up. Please stand up. Cause then don't bother cussing us rats to sell records. Oh. Well I do. So fuck him. And fuck you too. You think I'd give a damn about a Grammy? After you critics can't even stomach me. Let alone stay in me. But Slim. What if you ain't? Wouldn't it be weird? Wise. He dies cause his lie to kick me ears. So I could sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst. Hear more you over who shit gave Ted 2 first. The bitch put me on blast on MTV. Yeah he's cute but I think he's married to Kim. I should download all audio and mp3. And show the whole world how you gave him an mp3. I'm sick of you little grownin' boy dudes. All you do is annoy me. So I haven't said the end in a story. And there's a million others just like me. Who cuss like me. Who just don't give a fuck like me. Who dress like me. Who all talk and act like me. And just might be the next best mate. But not quite me. I'm Slim Sadie. Yes. I'm the real Sadie. All you other Slim Sadies are just ill-attained. So what's the real Slim Sadie? Please stand up. Please stand up. Please stand up. Cause I'm Slim Sadie. Yes. I'm the real Sadie. All you other Slim Sadies are just ill-attained. So what's the real Slim Sadie? Please stand up. Please stand up. Please stand up. I'm not that edgewit to listen to. Cause I'm only givin' you dates. You joke about what's afraid to start a livin' room. The only difference is I got the ball to say it. And for any callin' I don't gotta be forced. I should've coded it all. I just didn't own a mic and spit it. And whether you like to admit it or admire it. I just shit it better than 90% of you rappers out there. Then you wonder how 10 kings eat up these albums. I value this buddy. Cause at the rate I'm goin' when I'm 30. I'll be the only person in the nursing hole flirting. Eatin' there's a passage of them jackin' all the jerkins. And I'm jerkin' but this whole bag of ass isn't workin'. And every single person is a Slim Sadie jerkin'. He could be workin' at Burger King. Spayin' on your onion pints. Pullin' the cork and I circling. Screamin' out in front of the camera. I'm the real Slim Sadie. All you other Slim Sadies are just ill-attained. You joke about what's afraid to start a livin' room. I'll be the only person in the nursing hole flirting. Eatin' there's a passage of them jackin' all the jerkins. And I'm jerkin' but this whole bag of ass isn't workin'. And every single person is a Slim Sadie jerkin'. He could be workin' at Burger King. Spayin' on your onion pints. Pullin' the cork and I circling. Screamin' out into the fog. With his windows down and his system up. So with a real Sadie please stand up. And with one of those fingers on, please stand up. And be proud to be out of your mind. And out of control. And more and more time. That is okay. Out of the door. The old Slim Sadie is off the real Sadie. All you other Slim Sadies are just ill-attained. So won't the real Slim Sadie please stand up. 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Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings But I'm always trying to get this one chance But something's wrong, I can feel it It's just how sad you are feeling right now But something's about to happen Ah, but I don't give a fuck If that thing's all I take in vain, I'll spur in trouble Victor, and if he isn't the dad as you say I'm not taking any chances, you're just much better Oh, I am Don't be kidding me, I feel like a rap god, rap god All my people from the front to the back Nah, black, nah, nah, what they say Oh, I'm so low enough to slap, bop, slap, bop They say I rap like a robot, so call me rat, bop But for me to rap like this, I'm still gonna pee my jeans I got a laptop in my back pocket My skin will go off when I hack, cock It got black, not from that rat rot I've made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With my little winsky filling on his nutsack I'm an MC, still as honest, but as rude and as indecent As all hell's syllables, still of orbit This lippity-gibbity-gibbity-gibb-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing mess With this rag-bitty-flat-pack And a Mac in the back Giddy-gack-back-back-back-back-back-gap-gap-gap Giddy-gack-knock-beak-sack Same time I attempt these lyrical act of ass-thunks While I'm practicing math To be able to break a motherfucking table Look at the back of a couple of bags That's a crack at an ad Only realized it was ironic I was on that aftermath after the crash How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs To my wrath of attack Rap was a app in a blocked time period Here's a Mac you've had That's really disastrously bad But the flat-balled-to-master-pleat Is locked in this masterful game I'm the freedom that feel like crap God, rat, god All my people from the front to the back Knock, back-knock The way I'm racing around the track Call me NASCAR, NASCAR Bailing hard at the trailer park The white trash-guard Mildred Ford's emeralds I'll just plan a script on No ass-guard, ass-guard If you be throwing, I'll be doping Be floating, I'm finally poking Let off and I'm reloading Immediately with these bombs I'm toping And I should not be roping And I'm walking dead But I'm just a talking head A zombie floating But I got your mom de-throating I'm out my rhyme and doodle We have nothing in common Pungle on the door And then pinch yourself to be dumb It ain't honesty, boy, it's me My honesty's brutal But it's honesty futile The final utilize While I do the full credit piece What's in a vial? So I wanna make sure So every city that I settle into Know that enough rhymes That maybe party up Gets some people through sometimes So I gotta give a few fun slimes Just in case the TV do unshine Crabbers are hungry Looking at me like it's lunchtime But no fear, there's a child We're on one side With tea, mini, and a crab I'll still rap like I'm on my bed Wrong lunch prize About fun slimes But sometimes when you come by A deal with the same color of mine You get too big And here comes the crime Tell the simp So you like that one line I said, hold on Back from the madness LP1 when I tried They said, they said When kids wanna come up It's fine for them all In a line And I made pay forty cents When there's no problem With lunch time See if I get away with it now That I ain't as big as I was I almost turned into an immortal Coming through the portal You're stuck in a time warp With two thousand portals And I don't know what the thought That you might feel And your pointlessness Refunds you With fuckin' cornrows You might know But fuck being normal And I just brought a new wake On from the future Since it's been so long I'm too chugged Like windbag But this made Ray J mad His staff said He would think the fact That labor was passing Was one man on the plate They got no Man, oh man That was a 24-7 special On the gay boys' end So Ray J went straight To the radio station The very next day Yeah, it's bad I'mma show you Lyrics comin' at you With supersonic speed Show it to his boss I'm a, I'm a human I'm a human I'm a human But I got a duty Get a duty You a superhuman And a better, better, better Brother so that anything You say is quicker Say it over me And it'll lie It's music Human-calibrated music Oh, he's too mainstream But that's what they do When naked diamonds They can choose it It's math Hip-hop It's art Who's a bound-up Calibrated music It's rap It's rap rap With art So I'm moose up So I'm makin' music I don't know how To make songs like that I don't know what words To use Do we know What it occurs to do While I'm rippin' Any one of these Verses to verses You discourage me From inadvertently Jerking you How many verses I gotta murder to I'm so hungry I bully myself As I make me do What I put my mind to When I must kneel Your needs above me You're ill When I speak in tongues But it's still tongue And she fuck you Drugs They can take a fucking wheel But more sleep in the butts Popping every beat In the voice Still talking But don't fuck with my head There's something I can feel Talking and struggling Angels fight the devils And here's what they want from me They're adding me To elimination Of the women But if you take into consideration The bitter hate That I had Then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic To the nation But fuck it Life's shame And your limits Make you in the nation But if I can't battle the women How the fuck Am I supposed to make them escape then Don't mistake If you shoot Get to fate Don't mistake If you think I need to be overseas And take a vacation To trip abroad And make up for what I'm facing Don't be a retard Be a king Think not Why be a king When you call your God