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Slim
Slim
Slim

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

three 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 dick bigger than Mark

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on
Hit a fuckin' luggage
It's like a dream, I 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 fingers
I you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun can't understand it

Won't you busa for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? motherfuckin' Shady
Won't you 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 oddly enough developed a Halloween following

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

Covered in throw-up and I refuse to up
I budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
I made this rap game 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a

And the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Cause that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep
You are puttin' 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 music up, we wake 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 wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some daily
What you What you want?

A person from planet
Might disagree 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 both
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit layin' next to you

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

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

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

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

It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin'
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's the crowd
Uhh, I hear the 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 lived
For the sound that me and Timbaland, we
Get your ass kicked or get your ass kicked now

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