Fake Slim Shady ft. Random Cow Lyrics

Yeah, it's the fake Slim Shady

Better than all y'alls

You don't even know how bad it's gonna get though

Like, X rating, on God

Alright, let's do this

Who's at the door

They're knocking some more

It must be a whore

Oh, they're such a bore

Get off my porch

Shoot you with a cork

'Less you wanna contort for me

Who's at the door

They're knocking some more

It must be a whore

Oh, they're such a bore

Get off my porch

Shoot you with a cork

'Less you wanna contort for me

Yeah, I'm fake Shady

Yes, I'm the fake Shady

I jack off using Thanksgiving gravy

With what I'm saying, I'll never pull a lady

Copy the same verse, yeah, guess I'm pretty lazy

Call me a bird, cause I think I'm going crazy

Little sneak diss, yeah, I'm pretty amazing

Yeah, my wealth is growing, yeah, everything is raising

When they see me, yeah, they will be praising

Looking at my drip, yeah, everyone is gazing

Yeah, I got bars, but I don't got pacing

Looking at the problems and opps I am facing

I'm living the high life, you just in your mother's basement

You wouldn't even dare to step to me, come on, face it

I'ma show you how to even though it's pretty basic

You can rhyme like me, you just gotta fucking see

A world that's run by Reagan and the Vice President is me

Who's at the door

They're knocking some more

It must be a whore

Oh, they're such a bore

Get off my porch

Shoot you with a cork

'Less you wanna contort for me

Who's at the door

They're knocking some more

It must be a whore

Oh, they're such a bore

Get off my porch

Shoot you with a cork

'Less you wanna contort for me

Time for the second verse, let's hope it's not worse

Harry Potter shit, I'ma hit you with a curse

Yeah, no social skills, can't even converse

Lyrical God, no need to rehearse

Looking really ill, I think you need a nurse

When I'm done with you, you gon' leave in a hearse

Can't fight me, cause you are the worst

I'ma hit you so hard, you'll be limp like Durst

Personally, I think all you hoes are brain dead

Zombie looking, nobody's trapped in the dank shed

On some GTA shit, leave them hags wasted

You can't compare, Random Cow just did what you did

Uh, but make it ten times better

And I be mustier than your grandpa's ugly sweater

I be greasier than Ison's underwear tied together

We just fucking living in motion forever

Who's at the door

They're knocking some more

It must be a whore

Oh, they're such a bore

Get off my porch

Shoot you with a cork

'Less you wanna contort for me

Who's at the door

They're knocking some more

It must be a whore

Oh, they're such a bore

Get off my porch

Shoot you with a cork

'Less you wanna contort for me