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Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube filled
Pop the same shit got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera
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 midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that awkward
Stick figure, with a bigger than Mark Wahlberg

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

I'm you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, translate in English
Then vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun can't understand it

Won't you 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

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

so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's
Full of Earl, head twirls every 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 rap game 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 everything that you wrote in notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for

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

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

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, 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 Shady on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it
(Is it hot?)

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

A person from 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 with no friends
Holdin' a gun no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' to you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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