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Slim
Slim
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I my tube socks filled
And pop the same that got Tupac killed
Spit to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, her whole face explodes

There's three things I hate, girls, women and
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 Wahlberg

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 [incomprehensible] to beat the crap out

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

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

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

Covered in and I refuse to grow up
I budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
I made this rap suspenseful 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote a pencil

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

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

the music 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 Is it hot? Is it hot?

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

A person another planet
Might with you
Well if you my opinion
It comes from here on Earth

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim

I'm homicidal and suicidal with no
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a 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 whole is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way to the ground

Woke up to a staff, got up and laughed
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 in the crossfire

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

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

It's rainin', and it's pourin' loud
fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who shot me dammit? 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, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Cool, cool,
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