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Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

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

There's three I hate, girls, women 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' the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a I can't snap 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 planet and come
so much Spanish, pun can't even understand it

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

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

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, 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 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 time the toilet swirls flush

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

And waste the paper on you, down the oakwood
'Cause everything that you in your notebook was no good
And as as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You are puttin' your words together for nuttin'

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

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

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

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

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

Turn the music up, we 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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin'
With the holes and the exit 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 every out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming)

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

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

Yo mommy, mommy, done lost her mind
I think done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the

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

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

Uhh,
Misdemeanor, Slim
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
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