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Mike. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Mike. Mike. Mike. Alright. Mike. Alright. Mike. Yeah. Mike. Yeah. Mike. Yo. Once again, it's the sinister cynical minister Shady. Gryptonite to Superman. He's a dentist to Amy. Administer of the pain. Just finish popping the pain. And muffle the fumes like it was nothing because it ain't. Anything in his way, his enemies he displays, his venomous spray reaches like these are energy rays. Shraddising stairs he glares, making the hairs all on the back of your neck, staying like Dracula yet. Spectacular breath, he's a tarantula that carpens you with. Yeah, Angela, so I command you to start dancing. Part mancing, part animal, part mechanical, shark throwing animal parts and Scarlett Johansson. Into my gas chamber, your gangster my ass. He's got his face to your neck. He's set to strangle your ass. Hater, your face in a task greater. He's chasing your ass. He's got his face in a mask. Your blood stains on his glass table. I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing. Myself locked inside of a Posey Hotel, posing. With and without clothing. Next to the decomposing. Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off overdosing. Windows opening, shutting. Doors opening, closing. I think there's a ghost. Too much hydro caught on a coating. I was only supposed to swallow a half. I took the whole thing. I'm not joking. I think I just snorted my nose ring. I need a drink. I'm standing over the sink, posing myself self loathing because I'm on the brink. Mostly I don't wanna fit. This'll make everything rosy. Beverly sing, scream while I'm severing three toesies. Totally frozen while I close it. I'm yodeling bro, boozy once you come out to play. Ignocence wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers, making shrines on my clients and cadence. My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends, go to Europe and put nerfins in my syrup and stir them. You never heard them like this, so don't encourage them to neurosurgeon. Copenreas and lyrics worsen. The kind of person that get Katy corrected person. 80 spirits of ladies because Shady murdered the virgins. Crazy turn up. Even today, day he emerged to go for the world and reeled in all the children. Lure them into the building and kill them. Marry them in the muds and they'll do what he will. Do what he feels and still can spin. Drawing and all like ropey stills skin cotton is silk. Punching the towel and What's good music family? Happy Sunday, man. I hope y'all doing good. Hey. Before we get to our tour, man, y'all know I like to throw a freestyle on y'all, especially on the weekends. And this is right here. I'm curious, man. They say this is Eminem's greatest freestyle, and I'm curious to see if they all agree, man. Now I know y'all get mad when I label these as freestyles. Y'all be like, man, it's prewritten up tier. And I really don't know what else to call it. So even if it is prewritten, I like to call it a freestyle still. But I honestly think he was freestyling. Not gonna lie. Let me know what y'all think before we get back to our tour, man.