Slim Shady Slim
Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube filled And pop the same shit that got Tupac Spit game to these hoes, like a soap episode And punch a in the nose, till her whole face explodes
There's three I hate, girls, women and bitches I'm that vicious to up and drop-kick midgets They me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark
Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on Hit a [incomprehensible] luggage like a dream, I can't snap out, I black out, I back out I'm lookin' for someone [incomprehensible] to beat the out
I'm bringin' you rap singers two fingers I flip you off in French, translate in English Then vanish off the face of the planet and come back Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun can't understand it
Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim Shady Won't you busa for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Shady Won't you busa 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 enough himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I up all the freaks who follow me I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an College girls live in an alcoholic's Full of earl, head twirls every time the swirls
Covered in throw-up and I refuse to 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 insults wrote with a
And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the 'Cause that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as I stay in the studio and cuttin' You motherfuckers are puttin' your together for nuttin'
Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady Won't you busa for me, boy?
Turn the up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Me and Slim Shady, on some shit What you want? What you got? Is it Is it hot?
Turn the music up, we wake the neighbors We get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Shady, on some shit daily What you want? you want?
A person another planet Might disagree you Well if you want my It from right here on Earth
Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland, Shady
I'm homicidal and with no friends a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin' tecs at you until you see fuckin' legs With the holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you
Fuckin' mad dog, at the mouth Fuck mouth, my house is foamin' at the couch Jumped out of the ninety-third of a building And shot window 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 beefin' again back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire
Y'all better the police 'fore I kill this track Don't Missy, get back Uhh, I'ma put you all in the Uhh, and watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her I think somebody done her off this time Yo, I'ma have to bust you your chest and Uhh, you have to clean up the mess
It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' Never fear, pissy Missy's through the crowd Uhh, I hear the gats go Who shot me Bitch get down
Don't walk I talk, I never talk when I smile Lay 'em on down, like they underground For the that me and Timbaland, we found Get your ass later or get your ass kicked now
Uhh, one, two Misdemeanor, Slim Timbaland, Uhh, uhh, uhh Cool, cool, zero