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Slim
Slim
Shady

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

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

Comin' the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a [incomprehensible] luggage
It's like a dream, I can't out, I black out, I back out
I'm lookin' for [incomprehensible] to beat 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 of the planet 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? motherfuckin' Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Shady
Won't you rhyme for me, boy?

I had a huge attitude, off staticky
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 counted up all the who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
girls live in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet

in throw-up and I refuse to grow up
I budge, I still 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, down the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your was no good
And as as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' words together for nuttin'

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? Slim
you busa rhyme for me, boy?

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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady

I'm and suicidal with no friends
a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your legs
With the bullet holes and the exit layin' next to you

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

up to a hospital 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 back to Detroit and in the crossfire

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

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her
I think somebody pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your 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? Bitch get

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

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