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Slim
Shady
Slim
Slim

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

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

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't out, I black out and back out
Lookin' for some other thug, to 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 face of the and come back
so much Spanish, pun can't even understand it

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

Won't you rhyme 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 huge attitude, 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 up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
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 tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made this rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a
To give you wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)

And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the
'Cause that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words for nuttin'

you busa 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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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

mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my house, is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd 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, chopped 'em in
Suffocated the oxygen
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin'
back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill 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 somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you your chest and
Uhh, you will have to up the mess

rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who shot me 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