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Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

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

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

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

I'm bringin' you rap two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then in English
Then I'ma 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 for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

I had a huge attitude, started off
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 counted up all the freaks who me
I'd probably owe Ozzy an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's
Full of Earl, head twirls every time the toilet 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 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' down the
'Cause everything that you wrote in notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your together for nuttin'

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

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

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

Won't you rhyme 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 what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is at the couch
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
if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again
Slide back to and stand in the crossfire

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

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

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

Don't walk when I talk, I never when 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, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
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