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Slim
Shady
Slim
Slim

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

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

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

I'm you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in
Then vanish 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 busa for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you rhyme 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

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

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 rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote a pencil
(Bitch)

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

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

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

A person from another planet disagree with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it from 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 you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit layin' next to you

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the
out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way to the ground
(Keep filming)

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, 'em in half
the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and beefin' again
back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this
shoot 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 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, 'cause pissy Missy's the crowd
Uhh, I hear the go cha-pow
Who me dammit? Bitch get down

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

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