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Slim
Slim
Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks
And pop the same shit got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap 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 Boogie Night, the that walks awkward
Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark

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

I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle
I flip you off in French, translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and back
so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

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

I had a huge attitude, off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who enough developed himself a Halloween following

It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who me
I'd probably owe Osbourne an apology
College girls in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head twirls 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 game suspenseful now I got a impulse
To give you wrote with a pencil

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

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

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

A from another planet
Might disagree 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 no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' to you

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

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and
Chopped 'em in half, the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the and West beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the

Y'all better call the 'fore 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, done lost her mind
I somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to up the mess

rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who me dammit? Bitch get down

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

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