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Joseph Adam Jonas (born August 15, 1989)[1] is an American singer, songwriter, actor, and dancer. He rose to fame as a member of the pop rock band the Jonas Brothers, alongside his brothers Kevin and Nick. The group released their debut studio album It's About Time through the Columbia label in 2006, which failed to achieve commercial success. After signing with Hollywood Records, the group released their self-titled second studio album in 2007, which became their breakthrough record. The band became prominent figures on the Disney Channel during this time, gaining a large following through the network: they appeared in the widely successful musical television film Camp Rock (2008) and its sequel Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam (2010) as well as two of their own series, Jonas Brothers: Living the Dream (2008–2010) and Jonas (2009–2010).
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Hey, grandma
Yeah, I'm still out makin' my Uber runs
I'll be home soon
I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile
Okay, okay, love you too
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G)
Shady Aftermath (yeah)
Me and Hit-Boy back on our ♥♥♥♥, let's go
Yeah (G-G)
I don't think they know who they ♥♥♥♥♥♥' with
Pull that truck around, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and ♥♥♥♥
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
It's Game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip and aim
Sick of you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane
Sick and tired of ♥♥♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my ♥♥♥♥ in your podcast
Shallow ♥♥♥♥♥ on the show, just to lick the tip it's ridiculous, she watchin' it grow
Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies
If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash into a light bolt
Now you crawlin' out the driver side like a centipede
And me, I'm finna be on a jet to the Phillipines
Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don't intervene
While I'm smashin' Saweetie ♥♥♥♥♥ to smithereens
It's the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I'm him
Puttin' this big black ♥♥♥♥ in your Skims
I don't think they know who they ♥♥♥♥♥♥' with
Pull that truck around, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and ♥♥♥♥
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night
I was wasted last night, I went ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ last night
Chopped his body up, and forgot where I placed it last night
Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn't taste it last night (ha-ha-ha)
Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion
Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on
So fee-fi-fum, I'm with 40 goin' dumb
Not E-40, the other 40, I'm with Canadians in Drake's house
(Havin' a stakeout)
And I'm so tired of orderin' takeout, what's beef?
Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out
So let's play house with the Dracos and the AR
Stay the ♥♥♥♥ up off of Stanley grass and take a ♥♥♥♥ in they yard
And my ♥♥♥♥ stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet
(Here it is another BBL)
And my ♥♥♥♥ get little on the internet
My intellect is NFTs and Cryptos, I can never be a Crip though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six O's
Chuck?
Yeah
Hey, man, let's get you out the rain
Good lookin', how's your night goin', bro?
I'm cool, man, you don't need that mask
Nobody cares about that ♥♥♥♥ anymore
You got a charger up there with you?
Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too
Good lookin', homie
Ayo, I really ♥♥♥♥ with that starter cap, that ♥♥♥♥ hard as ♥♥♥♥
Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace
What?
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago
Damn
It's my favorite
Can I see that ♥♥♥♥ for a minute?
Uh, yeah, sure
Oh, ♥♥♥♥, this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ autographed and everything
Who signed it for you?
Eminem
He used to be like this rap God
Man, me and my brother praised him
Back when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff
Woah, wait, I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have a gu-?
Yo, shut the ♥♥♥♥ up
Ayy, man, I'm drivin', I'll get you there, wait
I'll take you, I'm a fan, it's cool
Stop lookin' back, stop lookin' back here
It's cool, dude, man, you don't need to do this
Focus on the ♥♥♥♥♥♥' road
Okay
Yo, come on, man
Alright
Drive
Alright, alright
Drive
We'll go, we'll go
Shut the ♥♥♥♥ up
Alright
Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my ♥♥♥♥ and my MAC 10
One thing you can never have is my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' Black, skin
This ain't no suit that I wore
This ain't a mansion, a hangin' plaque, this ain't no stupid award
So, oh, he goes platinum
And, oh, I'm on the 'Math with him
He got all the Blackest friends
He wants to be African, me
Left for dead on the Doctor's Advocate
Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it
Oh, here goes the magic tricks
Candy shops and the magic stick
DeAngelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again
You depressed, you just maskin' it
You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin
But the math wasn't mathin' in
So pass me the torch 'cause the torture in my mind
With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye
To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9's
When you was pretendin' to be the white Royce da 5'9"
I just crossed a fine line
Might just force the white guy to call D12 so he can be the pork they grind, swine
And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car
I'd rather listen to Snitch9ine like 69 times
And participate in 69's with 69 nuns than listen to you
You're a Karen, call the cops, tell 'em it's a Black man on your block
With a Glock and he got it ♥♥♥♥♥♥
And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop
He standin' on a teal drop and he says he can feel 'Pac in the air
Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin'
(Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island)
So silence, I'm-, I'm thinkin', uh, mm, yeah
Nothin' rhymes with orange
So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please, stand up
Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up
I could 40 Glocc you, unarmed
Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailie's with me and she's unharmed for now (dad, I'm really scared)
These are the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defense
'Cause G's ain't supposed to fold up
With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up
I'm cold as COVID, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona
The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona
On each side of my shoulders is demons chasin' Jehovah
The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (how it feel?)
23 years, still ain't penetratin' the culture
You are not, top five, in mine, B.I.G. or 'Pac eyes
No André, no Nas, stop tellin' white lies
Sniff a white line, this the right time
I Suge Knight Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I'm not Mr. Nice Guy
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
Dre know
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
Way to ♥♥♥♥♥♥' go
You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope
Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in a scope
('Cause I'm shady) shadier than him
(I'm crazy) crazier than Kim
So when the Bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings
I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains
Oh, you think I'm a Joker? Well, riddle me this
You love your mother?
Well, I'm cleanin' out your closet for you and your half-brother
And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanna go to 8 Mile
'Cause when I was little to get some M&M's, I had to walk eight miles
But you wouldn't leave the studio, your life is on loop
That's why I'm doggy in style, 'cause ♥♥♥♥♥♥ rather bump Snoop
And I'm a lyrical .50 cal
Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin'
The chainsaw, vrin, vrin
Hello? Hello?
Pagin' Dr. Dre?
He ain't got a lot to say
But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you
Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt' and force 'em back in the cocoon
Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?
The chick on the show wasn't pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you
So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana
You wish you was Santana or Cam in them 10 J's
Durag for ten years and never had one wave
And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave
And some say he would back to haunt Slim S
suspect Sep 29 @ 9:25pm 
You suck at fifa!
witness Jul 8 @ 3:05pm 
Crazy how even a day one can pull this ♥♥♥♥, sorry not sorry hatur!
inter Jul 8 @ 9:15am 
You stand to win everything. Call it.
suspect Jun 4 @ 8:59am 
i hate you
creepy carl Jun 4 @ 8:50am 
ok and? so what?
witness May 5 @ 7:59am 
I PACKED MESSI