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Slim
Shady
Slim
Slim

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

There's three things I hate, girls, and bitches
Smack bitches walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker 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 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 face of the planet and come
Speakin' so Spanish, pun can't even understand it

you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady

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

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

Won't you rhyme 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, in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head twirls every 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 made this rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a
To you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)

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

Won't you rhyme 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 wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to
Me and Slim on some shit daily
What you what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the
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 might with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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 wounds layin' next to you

mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a
And shot 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 to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

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 done her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this
Yo, I'ma have to you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to up the mess

It's rainin', rainin' and pourin' loud
fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? get down

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

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