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Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I my tube socks filled
Pop the shit that got Tupac killed
Spit to these hoes 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 bitches that walk up, and drop-kick
me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark

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

I'm bringin' you rap two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun even understand it

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

I had a attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me
(One time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who oddly developed himself a Halloween following

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

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

And waste the on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Cause that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and cuttin'
You are puttin' 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 rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you busa for me, boy

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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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

mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
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 staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin'
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the

Y'all better call the '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, Missy lost her mind
I think somebody pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the

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

walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, they lived underground
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we
Get your ass, later or get your ass kicked now

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