Eminem - Microphone Fiend lyrics

Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman he's a dentist to Amy Administer of the pain Just finished huffin the paint And muffled the fumes like it was nothin because it ain't Anything in his his way His enemies he just slays His venom he sprays Reaches like beams of energy rays Menecing stance He glares making the hairs all on the back of your neck stand Like Dracula yep Spectacular rep he's a tarantula Gargantuan yeah Angela So I command you to start dancin Part Manson part Hannibal Part mechanical shark throwin Animal parts at Scarlett Johannson Enter my gas chamber Ya gangster? my a** He's got his fangs to your neck He's set to strangle your a** hater Your facin a task greater He's chasin your a** He's got his face in a mask And blood stains on his gla** table I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing With or without clothing Next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while I'm dosing off Overdosing Windows opening shutting Doors opening closing I think there's a ghost Too much hydrocodone and codeine I was only supposed to swallow half I took the whole thing I'm not joking I think I just snorted my nosering I need a drink I'm standing over the sink hosing Myself self loathing cause I'm on the brink closely I don't wanna think These'll make everything rosy Beverly sings Scream while I'm severing Three toesies Totally frozen while I close in I'm Jodeling Rosyyyyyy won't you come out to play No sense wasting time Cutting and pasting headlines of the papers Making shrines of my crimes and capers My world's a whirlwind I murdered my girlfriend Go to Europe and put neruphins in my syrup And stir them You've never heard him, like this So don't encourage him The neurosurgeon coke lyrics And lyrics worsen The kind of person To get paid in Kurichs to curse and Eighty spirits of ladies get Shady murdered the virgins Crazy turn of the events that he emerged To go to the world and got rid of all the children Load them into the building And k**'m and bury them in the mud And mildew and he will do what he feels And still can spin straw into gold like Rumplestilskin Cotton and silk, Motrin and Tylenol three pills The Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin Nothin but crumpled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this b**h, Mildred He's amped with it he still shouldn't be healed There's no one as sick as he Emcees will get frica**eed on the grill, then