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You say Trim Shady come out and play
but Shady aint around no not today
that alter ego went away away to stay
I'm crazy maybe taking on a lady
but here now so hip hip lets slay.

Now Brenda remember 
you're just a tender member of the opposite gender
a ghetto gangsta pretender 
that I can slam and mash and rename Blenda
and then drink to remain Trim and slender
you'd think I'd stop the slander but
you created a demand for banter
and I'm a year round Santa
present with presents that when I present
generate laughter like America
flying your Tard Spangled Banner with your hand on your heart
your anthem is British and your flag looks like childrens art.

And though we're a pond apart
you will only ever be as lethal as a leaf in free fall
leaving a tree that is leaning deceased and peaceful.

There's a horrendous fungal flap with a flammable feaces in all your pieces
it never ceases while my skill only increases 
you smell like cheeses off one of Jesus's pizzas
a pizza that's old, Jesus does that have to be told
you asked and I came and beat ya burned and lol'd at ya,
you wanted to play, well hip hip hooray, I played today!

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