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Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks
Pop the same shit got Tupac killed
Spit game to these like a soap opera episode
And a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes

There's three things I hate, girls, women and
Smack that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick 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 other thug, to the crap out

I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle
I flip you off in French, then translate in
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and back
so much 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 motherfuckin'

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

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 developed himself a following

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

Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to up
I won't budge, I still tell a 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' the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your was no good
And as long as I in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words for nuttin'

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

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 got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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

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

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

better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't Missy, get back
Uhh, put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you die

Yo mommy, mommy, done 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

It's rainin', and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? 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 your ass, kicked later or get your ass now

Uhh,
Misdemeanor, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
Triple