Low, Down, Dirty

Listening to “Low, Down, Dirty” from the Slim Shady EP will invite you into a restricted and dangerous area.
Slim Shady is coming to haunt Eminem and he invites you in his crazy world:

“I had this whole Slim Shady concept of being two different people, having two different sides of me. One of them I was trying to let go, and I looked at the mirror and smashed it. That was the whole intro of the Slim Shady EP. Slim Shady was coming to haunt me…” –

A crazy world of personality split: the shady world of Eminem’s alter ego.
You will enjoy Eminem and Redman’s talents combined.
In fact, the second track of the Slim shady EP pictures Slim Shady’s introduction to the world.
Eminem asks the sarcastic question in the first verse:

“How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be related?”

Eminem fans already know the answer: Slim Shady is Eminem’s sick side, he is just some evil and sick character who represents Eminem’s forbidden thoughts.

That’s also why Eminem fans will rarely be chocked by Slim Shady’s statements.
Of course, Slim Shady’s ill character has managed to piss off many persons who would take his statements seriously. Fiction and reality come close to each other, but the listener will understand easily that coming into Slim Shady’s world is like watching a science fiction movie. You will enjoy the “Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter…”.
You may ask: “Why the hell does Slim Shady go on speaking about Margot Kidder?”
Remember that Slim Shady’s world is all about madness. Margot Kidder is not only mentioned because she has played in The Amityville Horror, but also because she suffered from paranoia and at this time, she had created her own mental world. You will learn more about the actress on the following website:

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0452288/bio

I might be wrong, but the personality split Eminem talks about has not only to do with Eminem and Slim Shady, but it also seems to represent a young white man who wishes he was Black, trying to imitate his favorite rappers like Dr Dre. Marshall never denied the fact that he is white.
But when he suddenly looks at himself in the mirror, wearing some black glasses and sinking his lips he becomes Ice Cube from NWA. He becomes a black man for several minutes, because he impersonates his favorite hero:

“”When I was 9 years old, my uncle put me on to the Breakin’ soundtrack. The first rap song I ever heard was Ice-T, ‘Reckless.’ From L.L. to the Fat Boys, and all that shit, I was fascinated. When L.L. first came out with ‘I’m Bad’, I wanted to do it, to rhyme. Standing in front of the mirror, I wanted to be like L.L.”

You will also enjoy Redman’s lines that are fullfilled with vicious allusions to drugs and to sex:

“Fuck it, maybe I’m a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I’m on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left rich
Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage
Smoked out like ?
Band just making my neck itch
What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there’s a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama’s chapped lips
Slap hips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
I’m just joking, is Dirty Dozen’s really dust smoking?
If all your shit’s missing, than probably one of us broke in…”

In the third verse, Slim Shady starts some wordplays and introduces you his well known world of drugs and medication:

“Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It’s rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit.”
It was predicted by a medic
I’d grow to be an addicted diabetic
Living off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don’t think this headache’s ever vanishing
Panicing, I think I might have just took too much Anasin…”“

Low, Down, Dirty” is an interesting song that fully distinguishes between Eminem and Slim Shady. For those who doubted it, it makes a clear difference between Eminem and his sick character, Slim Shady: Slim Shady is to Eminem what Mr Hyde is to Dr Jekyll.
It’s a pleasure to travel through the sick mind of Slim Shady who will never stop haunting Eminem and who will make you enjoy his clever wordplays.
Lyrics to the song

Warning, this shit’s gon be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It’s self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, “Bitch you got a sick kid”
Arrested, molested myself and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I’m Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll
Disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo
“Murder Murder Redrum”
Brain size of a bread crumb
Which drug will I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated
“How in the fuck can Eminem and shady be related?”
Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder
Jumped out (Ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was little’er
Smoke a blunt while I’m titty fuckin Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler
Y’all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler
Didn’t Ya? Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon’ fit in her

(Redman Sample)
I’m low down and I’m shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack’em
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
(repeat)

I lace tunes, I’m out this world like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits
Doing whippits, passed out like Sanford snippits
Where’s the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I’ma let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can’t forget it
Fuck it, maybe I’m a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I’m on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left rich
Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage
Smoked out like ?
Band just making my neck itch
What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there’s a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama’s chapped lips
Slap hips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
I’m just joking, is Dirty Dozen’s really dust smoking?
If all your shit’s missing, than probably one of us broke in

Chorus

My head’s ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
I’m out the game, put the second string in
This Brandy got my swinging
Bobbing back and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken English
Make your mama be like “Ohh! This is good! Who sing this?”
“Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It’s rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit.”
It was predicted by a medic
I’d grow to be an addicted diabetic
Living off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don’t think this headache’s ever vanishing
Panicing, I think I might have just took too much Anasin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
I think I’m dying, God is that you?
Somebody help me, before I OD on an LP
Take me to ER ASAP for and IV
Motherfuck JOP, they don’t support no hip hop
They say that’s where it ends, the closest they gon come is Tupac
It’s politics, it’s all a fix
Setup by these white blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music
With a subliminal ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks

Chorus