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, zero