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Slim
Slim
Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks
And pop the same shit got Tupac killed
Spit to these hoes, like a soap opera 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 stalker that walks
Stick figure with a dick than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on
Hit a [incomprehensible] luggage
like a dream, I can't snap out, I black out, I back out
I'm for someone [incomprehensible] to beat the crap out

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

Won't you rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Won't you rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa 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 up all the freaks who follow me
I'd owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
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 won't budge, I still a grown-up to shut up
I made this rap game suspenseful now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote a pencil

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

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

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

Turn the music up, we gon' the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to
Me and Slim Shady, on 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 and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' to you

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

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

Y'all call the police 'fore I kill this track
shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and I'ma watch you die

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off time
Yo, have to bust you through your 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 hear the go cha-pow
Who me dammit? Bitch get down

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

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