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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 game to these hoes, like a soap episode
And a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes

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

through the airport, sluggish, walkin' 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 [incomprehensible] to beat the crap out

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

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

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

Covered in throw-up and I to grow up
I won't budge, I still a grown-up to shut up
I made this rap game suspenseful now I got a impulse
To give you insults with a pencil

And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the
'Cause everything you wrote in your notebook was no good
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
you busa rhyme 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 shit
What you want? you got? Is it hot? Is it hot?

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

A person from another
Might with you
Well if you want my
It comes from right here on

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim

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

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

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

Y'all better call the police 'fore I this track
Don't Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and I'ma watch you die

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

It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin'
Never fear, 'cause 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 talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they lived
For the sound me and Timbaland, we found
Get your ass kicked later or get your ass now

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