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Slim
Shady
Slim
Shady

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

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

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

I'm you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun 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 rhyme 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 oddly enough developed a Halloween following

It's so big, if I counted up all the who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
College girls, live in an 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 still 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 the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Cause that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' words together for nuttin'

you busa 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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin'
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds 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 shot every window out on the way to the ground
(Keep filming)

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

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

Yo mommy, mommy, done lost her mind
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 loud
fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? Bitch get

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

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