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Slim
Shady
Slim
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my socks filled
Pop the same shit that got killed
game to these hoes like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, till her whole face

three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks
Stick figure, with a bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, on crutches
Hit a fuckin' chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I snap out, I black out and back out
Lookin' for some thug, to beat the crap out

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

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

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

Won't you rhyme 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
(One time)
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 Osbourne an
girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head twirls time the toilet swirls flush

Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to up
I won't budge, I still a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I this rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a
(Bitch)

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

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

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

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim

Won't you busa for me, boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the
We gon' get high, we roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady on some daily
What you want you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some daily
What you want, you want, ahh, uhh, yo

A person another planet might disagree with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the
mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a
And shot window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming)

up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin'
Slide back to 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 you MC's die

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

rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they underground
For the sound, me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later or get ass kicked now

Uhh,
Misdemeanor, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
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