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Slim
Slim
Slim

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 opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, her whole face explodes

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

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on
Hit a fuckin' [incomprehensible]
It's like a dream, I snap out, I black out, I back 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 in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come
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, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Won't you busa for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you rhyme 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 developed himself a Halloween

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

Covered in throw-up and I refuse to up
I won't budge, I still tell a to shut up
I made rap game suspenseful 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a

And waste the paper on you, down the oakwood
'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 words together for

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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady

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

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the
Fuck mouth, my whole is foamin' 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
Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the oxygen
Shit if I get any higher, get the East and West beefin' again
Slide to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

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

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy lost her mind
I think somebody pissed her off this time
Yo, have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to up the mess

It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin'
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who shot me Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk 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, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Cool, cool,
Triple