The Adventures Of Moon Man & Slim Shady (ft. Eminem)

The Adventures Of Moon Man & Slim Shady
Yeah, it’s been a minute, but I’m back in it
Y’all ain’t dealing with the same boy
Got a little trippy, then I transitioned
New attitude mixed with that pure raw

The night game, your girl called
She like, «Do me, baby, down to get busy, busy?»
No dice, chill, whoadie
In life, feeling dizzy
Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war
See me in the day through the late night
Tell ‘em it’s the charm, I’m in freeze mode
To the gods, can’t stop a hero when he in flight
I’m swimming in the light right
Go and get you some, go and show ‘em something, this a new thang
Yeah, I let my nuts hang
Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade
Aww, lift off
Can’t stunt a n–ga growth, better get gone, move along
You don’t wanna trip, wanna get it on
You don’t wanna act, don’t get me wrong
They don’t listen to the words in the song
We ain’t gotta tell ‘em, we just getting ready
See ‘em fronting, we ain’t kidding
If you want it, you can get it

Members of the rage, come and get you some
Next step’s out the jet from the lean back
Running ‘round the world and we ain’t packed
Hit ‘em, vroom, vroom, leave ‘em stuck, oh, you seen that?
I’m chillin’ where the team at
See a black Benz pull up with some jawns, yeah, I need that
So crazy, can’t believe it
No cams, damn, no filming at all, real n–ga facts
Years ago, rehab
All good, helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain’t f–king love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story, take you through the dark and the light
Godson, got through new
Back up in the world, it’s the day in the life
Hit the blunt and get it
Raised bars, same song, we did it
Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it

And the game f–kin’ needed something dirty raw
Tell them this the law and we weeded
So if it’s God you believe in
Bob your head and just nod in agreement
They say time’s undefeated
I’ma be the first one who can beat it
I had hoop dreams, now I shoot threes
Got a lil’ green (Yeah), but I don’t do weed
Purp nor lean (Nah), that’s Tunechi
That’s New Orleans (What?), f*** Drew Brees
Snoop D-O-double (Uh), that’s two G’s
I probably spent on paper, ooh-wee
Since Tuesday, probably killed a few trees
But the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf
Not high, but I’m your highness
And secretly, you’re on my d-ck
But you haters are butthurt, bunch of sore hind-ends
I was just a poor white kid
Now if rap was B-ball, I’d be Jordan-like, b–ch
You wish you could score like this, yeah
Not even at half court, I’d miss
I’m mouthwash, ‘cause if I was on the floor, I’d swish

But I cannot lie
I got you in my top five
Worst rappers of all time
I lost my spot, y’all got Alzheim’
King of rap? Nah, their words, not mine
King of swear words and not lying
You should never compare yours
A toll-free number, only way you’ll ever have a hot line
F–k’s going on, man?
Bunch of half-wits up in office
Half of us walking around like a zombie apocalypse
Other half are just pissed off and
Don’t wanna wear a mask and they’re just scoffing
And that’s how you end up catching the sh-t off ‘em
I just used the same basket as you shopping
Now I’m in a fuckin’ casket from you coughin’
Always stay ahead of haters, let ‘em hate
But never let a traitor penetrate your circle
Separate yourself from those who try to pull you down
The real ones never stray, it’s sort of like Medusa
That’s how you stay ahead of snakes

Mc’s pull out gats, I don’t give a f-ck how strapped
You’re gonna out-rap me? I doubt that
Please, b–ch, I’m a house rat
These raps are ‘bout that cheese like mousetraps
Earthlings, I adapt to ‘em
Certain things, I don’t want to do, but have to in
Order to just act human
Like using a bathroom and vacuuming, yeah
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don’t think that’s what they meant by trap music
Running through ink like I’m tattooing
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is long like an Italian sub, I am drugs
That is probably why your opinion of me’s high as f***
And it’s nonstop fury
‘Cause I ain’t holding ‘em up like an armed robbery
And God’s my jury, so when I die, I’m not worried
Prayers to George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery

How the f–k is it that so many cops are dirty?
Stop, man, please, officer, I’m sorry
But I can’t breathe when I got you on top of me
Your goddamn knee’s on my carotid artery
The adventures of Moon Man & Slim
Yes, who want it with them?
The trilogy continues
Serving n–gas, yes, see what’s on the menu
Watch ‘em panic, hot dammit (Let’s get it, baby)
Hope you f–kers understand it
The realer for you n–gas
Come and get these scriptures
Rap God
Rager