Lyrics: Amityville

(He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, God damnit, he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

(Eminem)
I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped
lipstick
Pen full of ink, think sinful and raps sick sh*t
Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit
Drink Gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers
Hash Whiskey and ash 'til I slap bitches
Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past 6 years
Mash with me again and imagine this

Chorus x2:
(He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't, God damnit, he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

(Bizarre)
f*ck my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat
Hehe, guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope
My little sisters birthday, she'll remember me
Forgive for havin' tellin' my
For a gift I had ten of my
boy's take her virginity
And bitches know me as a horny-ass freak
Her mother wasn't raped; I ate her pussy while she was
asleep
Pissy drunk throwing up in a urinal (YOU f*ckING
HOMO!)
That's what I said up at my dad's funeral

Chorus x2

(Eminem)
That's why the city is filled with a bunch of f*ckin'
idiots still
That's why the first motherf*cker poppin' some sh*t,
he gets killed
That's why we don't call it Detroit"", we call it