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Slim
Slim
Slim

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

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

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, on crutches
Hit a fuckin' [incomprehensible]
It's a dream, I can't snap 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 can't even it

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

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

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

in throw-up and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I tell a grown-up to shut up
I made this rap suspenseful 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you wrote with a pencil

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

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

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

A person from planet
disagree with you
Well if you want my
It comes from right on Earth

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Shady

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

Fuckin' mad dog, at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house is foamin' at the
Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a
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 oxygen
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 'fore I kill this track
Don't Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and watch you MC's die

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

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

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

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