Slim Shady Slim
Well, I do pop pills, I keep my socks filled And pop the same shit that got killed Spit to these hoes, like a soap opera episode And a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes
There's three 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 dick bigger than 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 someone [incomprehensible] to beat the out
I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle I flip you off in French, then translate in Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and back so much Spanish, Pun can't 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 rhyme for me, boy? Slim 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 developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who me I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an College girls live in an world of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls
Covered in and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, I tell a grown-up to shut up I made this rap game suspenseful 'cause now I got a To give you insults wrote a pencil
And waste the on you, choppin' down the oakwood 'Cause everything that you wrote in your 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 busa for me, boy? Slim Shady Won't you busa for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim Shady Won't you busa for me, boy?
Turn the music up, we gon' the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some daily you want? What you got? Is it hot? Is it hot?
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the We get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit you want? What you want?
A person from another Might with you Well if you my opinion It comes from right here on
Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland, Slim
I'm homicidal and suicidal no friends Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at ends Sprayin' at you until you see your fuckin' legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds next to you
Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the Fuck mouth, my whole house is foamin' at the Jumped out of the ninety-third of a building And every window out on the way down to the ground
Woke up to a staff, got up and laughed Chopped 'em in half, the oxygen mask if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again Slide back to Detroit and stand in the
Y'all better the police 'fore I kill this track shoot Missy, get back Uhh, put you all in the line Uhh, and watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done her mind I think somebody done her off this time Yo, I'ma to bust you through your chest and Uhh, you will have to up the mess
It's rainin', and it's pourin' loud Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's the crowd Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow Who shot me dammit? Bitch get
Don't when I talk, I never talk when I smile Lay 'em on down, like lived underground For the sound that me and Timbaland, we Get your ass kicked later or get your ass now
Uhh, one, two Misdemeanor, Slim Timbaland, Uhh, uhh, uhh Cool, cool, zero