Tylenol Island

Slim motherfuckin' Shady, aight
Missy Elliot, Timbo, c'mon, yo

I'm homicidal and suicidal, with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handles, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' TECs at you until you see the fuckin legs
With the bullets holes and the exit wounds layin next to you (ah)
Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' out the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house is foamin' out the couch
Jumped outta the ninety-third floor of a buildin'
And shot every window out on the way to the ground (keep filmin')
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
And suffocated your oxygen mask
Shit, if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again
Fly back to detroit and stand in the crossfire

Oh fuck, oh shit
I got the hotel room ready
What time are you gettin' off work?
Or shall I say (aight, yo, yo, yo)
What time are you comin' over? (One more time, yo)

I'm only smilin' when I'm violent, got on the plane wildin'
Told the pilot to fly me to Tylenol Island (now)
Stewardess like, "You restless?"
Nah, bitch, I'm restful
Just hold this fuckin jet still so I can eat this pretzels
Forget school, the other kids are disrespectful
They hold me down and play connect-the-dots with my freckles (no, stop, leave me alone)
I can't take it, I'm tryin to gain weight, so I eat steak
Swallow the whole plate, weigh myself naked
Without albums to teach kids family values
'Cause every mom and dad should allow you to pop Valiums
And never hit someone unless you got a reason
And if there ain't a reason, make one up and just start swingin'