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, zero