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Slim
Shady
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my socks filled
And pop the same shit that got Tupac
Spit game to these hoes, like a opera episode
And a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes

three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks
Stick figure with a dick bigger than Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, on crutches
Hit a fuckin' luggage
It's like a dream, I snap out, I black out, I back out
I'm lookin' for [incomprehensible] to beat the crap out

I'm you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then in English
Then I'ma off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Shady
you busa rhyme for me, boy?

I had a huge attitude, off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween

It's so big, if I counted up all the who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
College girls live in an alcoholic's
Full of earl, head twirls every time the swirls

Covered in throw-up and I refuse to up
I budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
I made this rap suspenseful 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a

And waste the paper on you, choppin' the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your was no good
And as as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for

Won't you rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin'
Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim Shady
you busa rhyme for me, boy?

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the
We gon' get high, we gon' to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some daily
you want? What you got? Is it hot? Is it hot?

Turn the music up, we wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to
Me and Slim Shady, on shit daily
What you want? What you

A person from another
Might with you
Well if you want my
It from right here on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady

I'm homicidal and with no friends
Holdin' a gun no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your legs
With the holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the
mouth, my whole house is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the ninety-third of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and
Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the and West beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this
Don't shoot Missy, get
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and I'ma watch you die

Yo mommy, mommy, done lost her mind
I think done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the

rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? Bitch get

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they underground
For the sound that me and Timbaland, we
Get your ass kicked later or get ass kicked now

Uhh, one, two
Misdemeanor, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Cool, cool,
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