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Slim
Shady
Shady

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

There's three things I hate, girls, and bitches
I'm that vicious to up and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the that walks awkward
Stick figure a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' luggage
It's like a dream, I can't out, I black out, I back out
I'm lookin' for someone to beat the crap out

I'm bringin' you rap two middle fingers
I you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim
Won't you 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 himself a Halloween following

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

Covered in and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still a grown-up to shut up
I made this rap game suspenseful 'cause now I got a
To give you insults with a pencil

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

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

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

A from another planet
disagree with you
Well if you want my
It from right here on Earth

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Shady

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

mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a
And shot window out on the way down to the ground

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

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

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

rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who me dammit? Bitch get down

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

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