This is a song about "Dead babies"

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Babies are visible lets keep this visual before i'm become vengeful and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

We're lookin out for your babies mama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh