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Slim
Shady
Slim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And waste the 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' words together for nuttin'

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

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

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim

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

Fuckin' mad dog, at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole 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, get the East and West beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and in the crossfire

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

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

It's rainin', rainin' and pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they underground
For the sound that me and Timbaland, we
Get your ass kicked later or get ass kicked now

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