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Slim
Shady
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks
And pop the same that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, 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 vicious to walk up and drop-kick
They call me Boogie Night, the that walks awkward
figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

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

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

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

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 a Halloween following

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

in throw-up and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to up
I made this rap game suspenseful 'cause now I got a
To give you wrote with a pencil

And the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no
And as long as I stay in the studio and cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for

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

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

A person from planet
Might disagree you
Well if you want my
It from right here on Earth

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim

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

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

Woke up to a staff, got up and laughed
Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West again
Slide to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill track
shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and watch 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 your chest and
Uhh, you will to clean up the mess

It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin'
fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? Bitch get

Don't walk when I talk, I never when I smile
Lay 'em on down, they lived underground
For the that me and Timbaland, we found
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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