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, zero