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Slim
Slim
Shady

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

There's three things I hate, girls, 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 dick bigger than Mark

through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' [incomprehensible]
like 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 flip you off in French, then 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 busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin'
Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim Shady
you busa 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 developed himself a Halloween following

It's so big, if I up all the freaks who follow me
I'd owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
girls live in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet

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

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

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

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 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 some shit
What you want? What you

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Shady

I'm and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both
Sprayin' at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the holes 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 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, the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin'
Slide back to Detroit and in the crossfire

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

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

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

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

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