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Some people are trying to piss me off by linking my posts on this site to others that I know.

Hope you guys don't mind me posting this so it shows up at the top of the list.

*Waves at all those who clicked the link* Hope you guys are enjoying this, cuz I don't care. Just shows that they don't have anything better than this on me :D

-Sky

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I'm confused....

Some people I know off-site are linking others to my topics on here, trying to piss me off, like I am being "found out" or something like that. I'm pretty open about this, so its my way of saying "Yeah, this is me, this is who I am, and I don't care what you think."

-Sky

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I have a song that is appropriate for the situation

A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em

and like, back and forth because ah

this is.. what you thought it wasn't

It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen

I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*

And check out the man he goes by the name of er...

[Verse One: Eminem]

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady

I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady

I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer

Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer

You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from

You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album

Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open

I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smocking dope then

My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)

I have a disease and they don't know what to call it

Better hide your wallet cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash

Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass

Bitch, I'm coming out swinging, so fast it'll make your eyes spin

You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson

The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton

I'll slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman

[Chorus:]

So when you see me on your block with two glocks

Screaming _Fuck the World_ like Tupac

I just don't give a fuck!!

Talking that shit behind my back, dirty mackin

telling your boys that I'm on crack

I just don't give a fuck!!

So put my tape back on the rack

Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack

I just don't give a fuck!!

But see me on the street and duck

Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed

Cause I just don't give a fuck!!

[Verse Two: Eminem]

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Search to crush a Miilkbone

I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone

I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason

I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below friezing

Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview

I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review

I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals

This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols

But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles

Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)

Extortion, snorting, supporting abortion

Pathological liar, blowing shit out of proportion

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic

Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict

Half animal, half man

Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking trash can

With more holes than an Afghan

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Eminem]

Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)

I'm a caged demon, on stage screaming like Rage Against the Machine

I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinning

Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion

Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure

I'll bite your motherfucking style, just to make it fresher

I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches

Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washing dishes

In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush

Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush

Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed

Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team

Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian

Too many mental problems got me snorting coke and smocking weed again

I'm going up over the curb, driving on the median

Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

[Chorus]

[Outro: Eminem]

Hey, fuck that!

Outsidaz..

Pace One..

Young Zee..

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