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[Intro] Haha [Verse] Things just ain't the same for psychos Guns and rifles, sharp knives, I like those I might just O.D. by the end of tonight's show With the right dose, I might wipe out this light pole But, the strangest things can happen from jabbin' Pregnant women in the abdomen till they can't have children Bitches get slapped up and drastic ass kicks Gay-bashin' fags with tire irons and ratchets I've seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go Versace, "Whoa, hey!" Liberace, "ho!" I mighta bashed somebody you probably know Buncha' faggots in your clique screamin', "It's not me! No!" Drug 'em out the closet and across the floor Went and paid 'em a visit in the hospital Stab 'em in the fuckin' tonsils with a popsicle stick And sit back and watch 'em choke [Chorus] 'Cause every chair that I throw (Throw) People sue me for dough They press charges on me (Me) 'Til I can't fight anymo' (Mo') But every girl that I choke I got lawyers, I know (Know) Who got judges they know So I suggest you stay home [Outro] Haha, son of a bitch What, what, what, what, what, what Slim Shady Album May 23rd Dr. Dre Damn bitches I just took some ecstasy I'm an extraterrestrial lesbian with a... Haha Cut that shit off, I'm outta here, peace