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Slim
Shady
Slim

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

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

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, on crutches
Hit a fuckin' luggage
It's a dream, I can't snap out, I black out, I back out
I'm lookin' for someone [incomprehensible] to beat the out

I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle
I you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the and come back
so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

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

I had a huge attitude, started off
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 who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy an apology
College live in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head twirls every the toilet swirls

Covered in throw-up and I to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to up
I made rap game 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 in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your together for nuttin'

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

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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady

I'm and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both
tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit 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 of a building
And every window out on the way down to the ground

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 East and West beefin'
Slide back to Detroit and in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police I kill this track
shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma you MC's die

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

It's rainin', rainin' and pourin' 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 when I talk, I never when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they underground
For the sound me and Timbaland, we found
Get your ass kicked later or get ass kicked now

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