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Slim
Shady
Slim
Slim

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

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

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, on crutches
Hit a pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
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 two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come
Speakin' so Spanish, pun can't even understand it

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

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

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

Won't you busa 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 developed himself a following

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

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

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

you busa rhyme 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

Turn the up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' to Vegas
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 Slim Shady, on shit 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 here on Earth

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim 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 your legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds next to you

mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my 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
if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again
Slide to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the 'fore I kill this track
shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and watch you MC's die

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

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

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

Uhh,
Misdemeanor, Slim
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
Triple