(Verse 1: Eminem)
It's Slim Shady season: so slaying some emcees whilst they pray on their knees requesting a crazy reason as to why I shouldn't just crush their f**in' chest in so they won't be breathing, then laugh at them while they're continually bleedin', like the grim reaper seekin' his next victim, wreakin' havoc in a polling station trying to get some c*nt or f*ggot who voted for trump to change his ballot..[?]