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Slim
Slim
Shady

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

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

Comin' the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' luggage
like 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 you rap singers 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 understand it

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

I had a attitude, started 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 freaks who me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
College live in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head every time the toilet swirls

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim

I'm homicidal and suicidal with no
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see fuckin' legs
With the bullet 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 window out on the way down to the ground

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

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

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

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

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk 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, Slim
Timbaland,
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Cool, cool,
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