disco clown

Skit

(Hey yo, is this thing on?)

(Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the real Slim Shady and his look-alike, Smarties!)

(Wait, which one's which?)

(Who cares! They're both crazy!)

Intro: Slim Shady

Yeah, I got a special guest on this track

My look-alike who thinks he can rap

His name is Smarties with the thin Davey flow

Rockin' that '70s suit that his grandpa owned, let's go!

Verse 1: Slim Shady

I'm back again for round seven, ain't that clever?

Got more alter egos than you can remember

This dude beside me thinks he's my twin

But his mustache looks like it's drawn on with a pen

I spit venom, he spits Tic Tacs

I fill stadiums, he fills snack packs

But I let him on my track 'cause I'm just that nice

Now let me step back, give this fool the mic

Chorus

Look-alike, but not quite the same

Look-alike, playin' a dangerous game

Look-alike, one's insane, one's just lame

Look-alike, but we both catch the fame

Verse 2: Smarties as "Thin Davey"

Yo, I'm Thin Davey with the polyester suit

My disco moves make all the critics stay mute

They say I look like Shady, but I don't see it

My mustache is real, his bleached hair's depleted

I strut when I walk like I'm stayin' alive

While Shady's over there barely survivin'

My alter ego's sharper than his ever was

Let's be honest, I'm the upgrade, he's the buzz

Pre-Chorus

Two MCs, one mic, who's the real deal?

One's platinum plaque, one's still tryin' to seal

A record deal, while the other's on the hill

It's gettin' real, now let's keep it real

Chorus

Look-alike, but not quite the same

Look-alike, playin' a dangerous game

Look-alike, one's insane, one's just lame

Look-alike, but we both catch the fame

Post-Chorus

Ha ha ha ha (Stayin' alive, stayin' alive)

Ha ha ha ha (Look-alikes, look-alikes)[Verse 3: Slim Shady]

Back on the mic, I'm takin' control

This disco poser's about to get rolled

You stole your whole style from Saturday Night Fever

While I've been makin' the rap game believer

Your suit's so bright, might cause a seizure

My rhymes cut deep like a Caesar

You think you're hot? You're lukewarm at best

Time to put this look-alike test to rest

Skit

(Yo Shady, that was harsh man!)

(What you gonna do about it, Disco Dave?)

(I think Thin Davey's 'bout to cry!)

(No I'm not! My polyester's just irritating my eyes!)

Bridge

Two sides of the same twisted coin

One's Detroit grit, one's just a sirloin

The real Slim Shady please stand up

While Thin Davey sits his fake ass down

Can't tell us apart? Listen to the sound

Of authentic rage versus a disco clown

Chorus

Look-alike, but not quite the same

Look-alike, playin' a dangerous game

Look-alike, one's insane, one's just lame

Look-alike, but we both catch the fame

Outro: Smarties & Slim Shady

Alright, Shady, you had your fun

But this battle of look-alikes ain't done

We'll be back for round eight, just you wait

Till then, tell your fans to appreciate

The fact that there's two of us now to hate!

(Yeah, whatever man, get off my track)

(But first, let's do that disco thing one more time!)

Post-Chorus

Ha ha ha ha (Stayin' alive, stayin' alive)

Ha ha ha ha (Look-alikes, look-alikes)

[End][Skit]

(Wait, did y'all think we were done?)

(Ladies and gentlemen, they're back for another round!)

(Oh god, someone call security!)

(Nah, let 'em fight it out on the mic!)

Verse 4: Slim Shady

I thought we wrapped this track, but this fool won't quit

Now he's claiming he's from Miami, what kinda shit is this?

Little Havana? Man, you ain't never been south of 8 Mile

With that fake accent and that even faker smile

Detroit made me gritty, what made you, huh?

Some salsa classes and a spray-on tan, bruh?

Your disco suit's melting in the Florida heat

While I'm spittin' flames that'll make your whole crew retreat

Verse 5: Smarties as "Thin Davey"

¡Oye papi! Thin Davey straight outta Little Havana

My flow's so hot it'll turn your white t-shirt banana

You think Detroit's rough? Try surviving Miami Vice

Where the palm trees hide bodies and the cops roll twice

My mustache is authentic, unlike your whole career

I dance on 305 beats while you're stuck in '03, dear

This disco suit might be polyester, but it's fireproof

Unlike your recycled rhymes that ain't bulletproof

Skit

(Yo, did he just say he's from Miami?)

(That accent sounds more Jersey Shore than Scarface!)

(Hey Slim, I think your look-alike's having an identity crisis!)

(Nah, he's just running out of gimmicks to stay relevant!)

Chorus

Look-alike, but not quite the same

Look-alike, playin' a dangerous game

Look-alike, one's insane, one's just lame

Look-alike, but we both catch the fame

Outro: Both

We could battle all day about who's the real king

Detroit versus Miami, let the microphones sing

Two sides of the same coin, just flipped and reversed

One blessed with talent, one eternally cursed

But we'll be back again, count on that fact

Round 9 coming soon, so keep your ears intact

Until then, we're both stayin' alive

Ha ha ha ha, just barely survivin'

Post-Chorus

Ha ha ha ha (Stayin' alive, stayin' alive)

Ha ha ha ha (Miami vice, Detroit life)

Ha ha ha ha (Look-alikes till we die)

[End][Skit]

(Breaking news: The battle between Slim Shady and his look-alike has escalated!)

(We're getting reports of a disco-suited man challenging Shady outside the studio!)

(Wait, are those... disco balls being used as weapons?)

(This is either the weirdest rap beef or the most elaborate publicity stunt of all time!)

Verse 6: Slim Shady

Round 9, motherf***er, I'm back for more

This disco clown keeps knockin' at my door

You claim Miami but your accent's straight trash

Like you learned Spanish from a Taco Bell cash flash

I've had enough of your polyester parade

Your whole career's a Halloween masquerade

You're just a Xerox copy with the toner low

A Walmart version of the hottest MC's flow

Verse 7: Smarties as "Thin Davey"

¡Dios mío! Slim's getting heated, losing his cool

While I'm lounging poolside with models, you f***ing fool

My mustache game's stronger than your whole discography

Your last three albums? Pure mammography

Soft as hell, while I'm making Little Havana proud

My disco suit blinds haters in any crowd

You call yourself Slim Shady? More like Dim Maybe

The real star here is Thin Davey, baby!

Skit

(Yo, is that blood or ketchup on Shady's shirt?)

(Nah man, it's glitter from Thin Davey's disco suit!)

(This beef is getting messier than a cafeteria food fight!)

(Someone call Dr. Dre before they kill each other... or worse, make another track together!)

Chorus

Look-alike, but not quite the same

Look-alike, playin' a dangerous game

Look-alike, one's insane, one's just lame

Look-alike, but we both catch the fame

Bridge

Two egos colliding like particles in the abyss

One's Motor City grit, one's South Beach bliss

Can't tell us apart? Then you're deaf and blind

One's the real deal, one's just killing time

Skit

(Wait, are they actually hugging it out?)

(Is this the end of the greatest look-alike beef in hip hop history?)

(Nope, Slim just kneed him in the groin!)

(Oh, the humanity! And the polyester!)

Verse 8: Both trading lines

I'm the original, you're just the sequel

Your rhymes are lethal, mine are more evil

Detroit stands tall, Miami just crawls

Your disco balls, my concrete walls

Your flashy style, my substance abuse

My platinum plaques, your YouTube views

We could go all night, trading these blows

But the fans decide which one of us grows

Outro: Slim Shady

Look, we've been at this for nine f***ing rounds

And somehow this clown's still hanging around

Maybe there's room for both of us after all

One for the summer, one for the fall

But don't get it twisted, I'm still the king

The original Shady that made the world sing

So till round ten, we'll put this to rest

Two look-alikes, but we all know who's best

Post-Chorus

Ha ha ha ha (Stayin' alive, barely alive)

Ha ha ha ha (Detroit pride, Miami vibe)

Ha ha ha ha (Look-alikes till the end of time)

End