Habits

Been waiting a long time for this shit (ah) Long time no see (ah) Thought you got rid of my ass, huh? (Let me go, you sick fuck) Alright, here's what we're gonna do (piece of shit) You take this (no) Or I put a bullet between your fucking eyes (i don't wanna) Here (fuck, no) then we'll split it (no) Half an Ativan, I'm drivin' straight at a van In a black Sedan, fast as I can In Pakistan gettin' chased by a pack of Stans You know how I roll, bitch (what?) I'm an avalanche This my shit, I'm gonna spit it how I wanna spit it Whoever gets offended, suck a dick and fuck a critic 'Bout to get retarded on this motherfuckin' shit, it "You can't say retarded," shut up, midget (the fuck?) And I've been tryna break the habit of sayin' any R words But I'm still an addict, so it's getting harder (ah) Been callin' bitches "hoes" since a kindergartner This is Jimmy Carter, now I'm kitty-cornered (what?) Sittin' in PC court with a shitty lawyer (shit), like damn You got an addiction, man I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (woo) You got an addiction, man I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man Next time, I'll be in your vein (yeah) Was just a kid from Detroit who knew how to destroy the booth And had a point to prove (yeah), and I'm missin' (what?) Venomous, still I poison youth, sentences (yeah) I'm pennin' are just to toy with you Which is a joy to do, Slim is just (what?) A lyricist here to voice his true sentiments (yeah), got the women pissed And it seems like men are just (what?) off growing a huge clitoris (pussies) Yeah, I probably annoyed a few feminists I reminisce on them blowing a fuse over my points of views Still I'm devoid of two shits to give (yeah) My thinkin' is primitive But when it comes to givin' it to anybody, boy, is Bruce generous (marshall) And I'm 'bout as much of boy as Bruce Jenner is (damn) 'Cause I'm not a boy, I'm a man, bitch, man-bitch (ha-ha) My speech is free as his choice to choose gender is (man) This shit is like opioid abuse, isn't it? (Yup) You got an addiction, man I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (woo, uh) You got an addiction, man I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man Next time, I'll be in your veins There's times when I lay down to sleep, I argue with myself Am I the only one who thinks it's weird? Do I need help? Just a little bit, no, a lot of it, I really, really gotta quit Something's wrong with me, my God, old habits die hard Look at you What's the matter with you people? You're sad that people are mean? Well, I'm sorry, the world isn't one big liberal arts college campus F- you, you're all pricks Mom shaming, dad shaming (ah), yeah Fat shaming (what?) Man-splaining, blah (pfft) Cry babies attack Shady, wah Mad 'cause they can't tame me (get it) Here come the censors (look out), like the Avengers And they assemble like Prince and then turn A word like "ginger" into the N-word All these pronouns (ah) I can't remember (damn) They or them, theirs? (Who?) His or him, hers? (Ah) Into them girls who bought tits to get attention Then get hit on by ugly men who are (creep) Not in your league, so you pretend you're a victim And me-too 'em (ah), outraged, how fake? (What?) Nowadays, some gals, they (what?) just clout-chase (yeah) Look at me with sour grapes and your brow raised Bitch, you ain't about head (what?) About face (woo) Little white, middle-age, upper-middle-class With a glass of wine and your cigarette Bitch, get off the internet (yeah), you ain't even fed your kids dinner yet (still) Parental discretion, mental aggression, my head's a Smith & Wesson You're messin' with a lethal weapon, like an evil stepdad I got an infrared like the ginger stepkid who pissed the bed I do this shit in jest and it's just a messin' up with your head And if men wanna wear lipstick and women's underwear Who cares? Their shit is their business, now bear witness Beware, bitches, the Blair Witch on you scared bitches I'm surreptitious (what?) on square business Just attacked my therapist with a pair of scissors like "Merry Christmas" Dressed as a Hare Krishna, terrorist with a hair trigger (woo) But with these buttons I'm always pushing (yeah), pain I'm always inflicting (what?) Protestors outside the Shady offices livid (yeah) It'll make you think that you had the game on lock 'til they pick it (trick it) Only way for me to explain it is I'm conflicted (what?) Walkin' on eggshells, like if I take it too far, is this it? (Yeah) Part of me gets it and wants to say I'm sorry and fix it (I'm so-) So all my statements are basically contradictive (what?) Like using the F-word for gay is wrong and offensive (what?) And insensitive as if me sayin' the R-word isn't (wait) Wait a minute, which R-word? Rape or retarded, midget? (Not cool, guys) Would this rhyme be okay if South Park had did it? (Okay, screw you guys) Would it make you less angry if Cartman spit it? (Goddammit) And as far as what I just stated, regarding midgets You'll probably think I'll just say that I'm playin', I'm not, I meant it (yeah) Swear to God I see one of them little fuckers come at me I'll pick it up by its legs and drop it and kick it "Marshall, you're wicked, face it, you are addicted" (I know) But they gon' do me the same as DaBaby with all of this shit (why?) Chappelle and Colin, they're callin' Shady misogynistic While raisin' three daughters, two graduated from college with honor Summa cum laude, my sense of humor is probably twisted It's painfully obvious-tic You got an addiction, man I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man Goddamn, I miss you Slim (woo, hey) You got an addiction, man I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man Next time, I'll be in your veins (haha) I'm just playin', little people, you know I love you