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Slim
Slim
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I my tube socks filled
And pop the same that got Tupac killed
Spit to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, her whole face explodes

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

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, on crutches
Hit a fuckin' luggage
It's like a dream, I can't snap out, I black out, I out
I'm lookin' for [incomprehensible] to beat the crap out

I'm bringin' you rap two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in
I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun even understand it

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

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

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

And waste the paper on you, choppin' the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in notebook 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 rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me,

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

A person from another
disagree with you
Well if you my opinion
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 ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds next to you

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

Woke up to a 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 and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this
shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma you MC's die

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

rainin', 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 when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they underground
For the sound me and Timbaland, we found
Get your ass kicked or get your ass kicked now

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