This is a song about "The next slim shady"

The fiends supply the shady

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

But, i ain't slim shady, i'm tupac mixed with jay and them,

Of this new slim shady caucasian

As many grains of salt as bacon

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

Watch the ones that are shady,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Something's wrong, i can feel it (for six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My name is... [scratches] slim shady

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

Like slim shady, or eminem, or marshall