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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,
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