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Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 enough developed himself a Halloween following

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

Covered in throw-up, and I to grow up
I won't budge, I tell a grown-up to shut 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, choppin' down the
'Cause that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' words together for nuttin'

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 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 want what you got is it
(Is it hot?)

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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

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

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

better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't 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 done pissed her off this time
Yo, have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to up the mess

It's rainin', and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who shot me dammit? get down

Don't walk 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 ass kicked now

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