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Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

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

There's things I hate, girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick
me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with
like a dream I can't 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 you off in French, then translate in English
I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so Spanish, pun can't even understand it

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

I had a attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me
(One time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who enough developed himself a Halloween following

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

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

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

you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady

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

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

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

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

Turn the music up, we gon' 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 from planet might disagree with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it from right here on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

I'm homicidal, and 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 holes and the exit layin' next to you

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

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 East and beefin' again
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 think somebody pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you your chest and
Uhh, you will to clean up the mess

It's rainin', rainin' and pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who shot me dammit? get down

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

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