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Slim
Shady
Slim
Shady

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

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

Comin' 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 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 understand it

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

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

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 developed himself a Halloween following

It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
College girls, 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 tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made this rap game suspenseful, now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a
(Bitch)

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

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

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

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no
Holdin' a gun with no handle, a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you you see your 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 floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the
(Keep filming)

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

Y'all better call the police I kill this track
Don't Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and I'ma 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 pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I
Lay 'em on down, like 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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