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Slim
Shady
Slim
Shady

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, till her whole explodes

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

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

I'm you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then in English
Then I'ma vanish off the of the planet and come back
Speakin' so 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 Shady

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

Won't you busa 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 oddly enough himself a Halloween following

It's so big, if I up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy an apology
College girls, live in an world
Full of Earl, head twirls time the toilet swirls flush

Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to up
I won't budge, I still a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I this rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote a pencil
(Bitch)

And waste the paper on you, choppin' 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 your words together for nuttin'

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

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

Turn the music up, we wake the neighbors
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 want my opinion, it comes from here on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you 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 foamin' at the
out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the
(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 to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

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

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

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

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

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