This is a song about "Slim shadkill em"

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

So slim davy throw me the tape

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

I’m tryna be low key

I look up to slim shady

Of this new slim shady caucasian

See, i'm second to no one

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

The black clone of slim shady

To this slim shady sensation

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

-w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin