Things Get Worse [Lost Version] lyrics

[Chorus]

There’s no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya

You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Verse 1]

Holy Toledo, it’s Angelina Jolie, amigo

She told me "Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I’ll deep throat,"

And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see, bro

Who was a fantasy, I don’t mean to damage your ego

You faggots wanna 'rassle?

I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole

And rope it shut with a lasso

Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil

Just in case I ain't dope enough with the raps, though

Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko

This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco

Shady let go, the ho has been choked enough, let her ass go

Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole

I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra's cuter

Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her

I’m off my fucking meds, but I’m on an electric scooter

I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers

Spit in Jason's face while I vomit on Freddy Kruegar

They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar

Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-

Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cause...

[Chorus]

There’s no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya

You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Verse 2]

I guess for him to stop is impossible

He just picked up another prostitute in the parking lot of the hospital

And beats her over the head mercilessly and left her for dead

He thought she was cause otherwise, he would never have left

Miraculously she survived the attack

Even after his accuracy after he hacked the pussy with an ax

What other odds would she be back

He grabbed his encyclopedia off of the top of his fucking CD rack

Hit her with that then he threw her into the TV ah

I'm not playing Rihanna, where'd you get the VD at

Motherfuck the media

I'm reading ya something strictly from me to ya

Straight off the paper and this one's a freebie Jack

Let me add my two cents

Of course I side with Chris Brown

I’d beat a bitch down, too

If she gave my dick an itch, now

It's just ridiculous how

Much this kind of sit-ow-uation can make her stink

How much gangster shit can he dish out

[Chorus]

There’s no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya

You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Verse 3]

Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer

Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle

It's like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya

My God, ya psychologically fucked

Michael would like an apology, what?

Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt

And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts

I’m as cold as a muthafucking icicle I'm a nut

I ain't nuttin’ nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut

The poster addict for post-traumatic stress

I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while

This is the closest that it's come to the Marshall Mathers

I can hear him start to gather

I don’t paint the portrait of the picture-perfect Partridge family

This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny

Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door while the whore is tanning

"He can’t say whore", of course he can, man he just saw her fanny

Then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

[Chorus]

There’s no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya

You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better