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Shady
Slim
Slim
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my socks filled
Pop the same shit that got killed
Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera
And punch a bitch in the nose, her whole face explodes

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

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with
It's like a dream I can't out, I black out and back out
for some other 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 rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim 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 himself a following

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

And waste the on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep
You motherfuckers are puttin' 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 for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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

Fuckin' mad dog, at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the
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, I'ma get the East and West again
Slide to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get
Uhh, put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma you MC's die

Yo mommy, mommy, done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this
Yo, I'ma have to bust you your 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 gats go
Who shot me Bitch get down

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

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