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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
Spit game to hoes like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, her whole face explodes

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

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

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

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

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

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 oddly enough developed himself a Halloween

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

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

And waste the paper on you, down the oakwood
'Cause that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are your 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 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 daily
you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the
We get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Shady, on some 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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no
Holdin' a gun no handle, just a barrel 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
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is at the couch
out of the 93rd floor of a building
And every 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 mask
Shit if I get any higher, get the East and West beefin' again
back 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 I'ma watch you die

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

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

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

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