...NOT Slim Shady.
When I am browsing in the breakfast aisle at the grocery store, it's hard to concentrate when you walk back and forth with your pen and pad of sick lyrics and rap out loud.
I know you're a lyrical genius, and one day you will be discovered, blah blah blah. But not here. You will not be discovered for your ill flow in the middle of the grocery store! I know, I'm just another hater sippin' Hatorade.
So, please - just pick a frickin box of cereal and rap somewhere else.
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