Slim Slim Slim
Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks And pop the same shit that got Tupac game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode And punch a in the nose, till her whole face explodes
three things I hate, girls, women and bitches I'm vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure with a bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin' the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches Hit a [incomprehensible] luggage It's like a dream, I snap out, I black out, I back out I'm lookin' for someone [incomprehensible] to the crap out
I'm bringin' you rap singers two 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 even understand it
Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim motherfuckin' Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Won't you busa rhyme for me,
I had a attitude, started off staticky 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 Osbourne an College girls in an alcoholic's world of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls
Covered in throw-up and I to grow up I budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up I made this rap game suspenseful now I got a impulse To give you wrote with a pencil
And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the 'Cause everything that you wrote in notebook was no good And as long as I stay in the and keep cuttin' You motherfuckers are puttin' words together for nuttin'
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Won't you busa for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady Won't you rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me,
Turn the music up, we wake the neighbors We get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on shit daily What you want? you got? Is it hot? Is it hot?
Turn the music up, we gon' the neighbors We get high, we gon' 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 from right here on Earth
Slim Shady, Timbaland, Slim
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 your legs With the bullet and the exit wounds layin' next to you
Fuckin' mad dog, at the mouth mouth, my whole house is foamin' at the couch Jumped out of the ninety-third of a building 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 beefin' again Slide back to Detroit and stand in the
Y'all better call the police 'fore I this track Don't Missy, get back Uhh, I'ma put you all in the Uhh, and I'ma you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her I think done pissed her off this time Yo, have to bust you through your chest and Uhh, you will have to clean up the
It's rainin', and it's pourin' loud Never fear, 'cause Missy's through the crowd Uhh, I hear the gats go Who shot me dammit? get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I Lay 'em on down, like they lived For the sound me and Timbaland, we found Get your ass kicked later or get your ass now
Uhh, one, two Misdemeanor, Shady Timbaland, Uhh, uhh, uhh Cool, cool, zero