Song Lyrics

"Shady!"
"That's me"

"Iron Mic Trilogy"
"Back, with the fliest material"

"Sh, Sh, Shady!"
"That, that, that's me"

"Iron Mic Trilogy"
"Back with the, funky, beats"

Packing the third eye rush you it's cyclopes
They trade in their high tops for night sized white rocks
Words in my right, they pass my left ear
It's solid decked out write the books for next year
Bear this grenade you got stuck like virgin
Who that cat splurgin' instead or rehearsin'
Tough guy, DJ Travi your high rise
Looking more like Ronald then the fuckin fry guys
Go on uptown fucking senoritas
In Taco Bell screaming "vivas gorditas!"
Bring all your dogs I give em rabies
They never had a chance I might chew up all their babies

Pope John Paul the second, brain like Satan
Have your vegan girlfriend cooking up bacon
I'm obituite with that shit that you hit
Slow my flick with ya cause mine to pick wit her

My nine is limpin' ya six deep when I spray rounds
Hit you with twelve shots in mid air and four more on the way down
The eight straight strays to a kid's hair on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher (Don't get carried away now!)
No pun intended, snapped out of your whip
And leave it un-attended before I whip out this gun and hit it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those even if someone's in it
Snap the airbag, hit the corner and park it
You wanted a market, I got her tied up in a chair and gag
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged
Like cave-women, while I'm grave diggin' with Marilyn Man

If you got a bowl of hash better cash it
Dollar signs flashin' I'ma take the last hit

And if you're spitting whack shit on the microphone
I'ma snatch it outta your hand so fast I'm gonna detach it

If you got a bowl of hash better cash it
Dollar signs flashin' I'ma take the last hit

I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in a nap sack and latched it

Yo, "Eon's whack now", how you dig that?
Couldn't get on my record if you were street rap
Get the greater rate with these rhymes I be totin'
Let's go back online and jerk off on your modem
I got stupid mucus from these loose lips
My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak
To the point when you stand up on your feet {you} best retreat
Let's go back in time and steal my whole seed
The quickening, did a briss at the christening
I'm exercisin', to uplifting the foot stage
This thing's the nicest, I keep telling you
What the f*ck this guy on the corner been selling you?

I'm e-mailing you, at the wrong website
Misspelling you, break you and put the fear of hell in you
Escape above you, stuff the nurse in a purse
Disperse like I added too many words in a verse
Slim Shady, a perverted virgin at birth {or "version of birth"}
Driving off, leaving the murdered virgin at church
The first person searching the earth for the motherfucker
That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the surgeon first
You don't curse and hit with your own words
Leave me alone bitch! I get on my own nerves
And if I don't got two balls and a middle finger to throw up
Then I'm takin' off both shoes and stickin' each middle toe up (f*ck y'all!)

If y'all got a bowl of hash better cash it
Dollar signs flashin' I'ma take the last hit ("gimmie that")

And if you're spitting whack shit on the microphone
I'ma snatch it outta your hand so fast I'm gonna detach it

So if you got a bowl of has better cash it
Dollar signs flashin' I'ma take the last hit

I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in a hatch-back and latched it

Any disease out there I'm willing to catch it,
Slim Shady
All praises
To the High & Mighty

"Slim Shady"
"naughty rotten rhymer"

"Mr. Eon"
"illest rhyme dropper"

"Slim Shady"
"naughty rotten rhymer"

"Mr. Eon"
"illest rhyme dropper"

"Slim Shady"
"n', nau', naughty, ro', ro', rotten rhyme, rhyme, rhy', rhymer"

"Mr. Eon"
"illest rhyme drop, drop, drop, dro', dro', rhyme dropper"

Erik Meltzer, Marshall Mathers, Milo Berger

The duration of Last Hit [Original Version] is 4:18 minutes and seconds.