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Slim
Slim
Slim
Shady

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

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

through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I out and back out
Lookin' for some thug, to beat the crap out

I'm bringin' you rap singers two fingers
I flip you off in French, then 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 busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

I had a huge attitude, started off
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

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

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

And waste the paper on you, 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 are puttin' your words together for nuttin'

you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady

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

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

Won't you busa 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 daily
you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the
We gon' get high, we gon' 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 right here on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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

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

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in
Suffocated the oxygen
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and in the crossfire

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

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

It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin'
fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who shot me dammit? Bitch get

walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they lived
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we
Get your ass, kicked later or get your ass now

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