أنشئ محتوى بتقنية صوت الذكاء الاصطناعي Slim Shady

Yo, walked into class with my middle finger up, teacher's face turned red like ketchup. Don't give a damn about detention, threw my textbook through the window, principal's screaming my name again. Yeah, whatever, I'm out this bitch, catch me if you can.

Like when I got them breaths going six ways, fishing down by money lakes, and kinda thing they me so much about records. Holding down like ceiling moves, ain't trying to keep the same head going, just riding them waves back.

Pop these pills like Skittles, brain's in the middle of a riddle, got my mind twisted like a pretzel, mental. Smack rappers silly till they dizzy, make 'em feel the physical, lyrical criminal, individual sick individual, spitting syllables till they're critical.

When I hit the scene they know I'm bringing heat, got the whole block jumping like they feeling every beat. Nobody doing it like me, that's real talk, when I step up in the spot watch how heads all turn and walk.

Listen up, y'all better recognize what I'm saying, straight from the D where I came up playing. Been through the struggle, now I'm standing tall, proving all the doubters wrong, watching critics fall. That's how we do it, no pretending at all.

Look, I don't give a fuck what anybody says about my music, okay? That's fine. You wanna criticize my lyrics? Go ahead. But don't act surprised when I come back twice as hard on the mic. That's just how this shit works.

Pull up in that new whip, ain't nobody stopping me. Got them racks in my pocket, yeah I'm balling constantly. Haters try to front but they ain't got what I got. I stay winning, stay grinding, while they watching from the lot.

Look, I'm gonna keep spitting these bars MY way, you feel me? Critics wanna run their mouth, that's cool, that's whatever. But I'm still here, still doing MY thing, still making it happen while they just talking. That's the difference right there.