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Slim
Slim
Shady

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

There's things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick
call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' [incomprehensible]
It's a dream, I can't snap out, I black out, I back out
I'm lookin' for someone to beat the crap out

I'm bringin' you rap two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun can't even it

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

I had a attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween

so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
College girls live in an world
Full of earl, head every time the toilet swirls

in throw-up and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to up
I this rap game suspenseful 'cause now I got a impulse
To you insults wrote with a pencil

And waste the paper on you, down the oakwood
'Cause everything 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 busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim
Won't you rhyme for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim
Won't you rhyme for me, boy?

Turn the music up, we gon' the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some daily
What you want? What you Is it hot? Is it hot?

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

A from another planet
Might disagree you
Well if you my opinion
It comes right here on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim

I'm and suicidal with no friends
a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see 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 foamin' at the
Jumped out of the ninety-third of a building
And every window out on the way down to the ground

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

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

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

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

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 your ass later or get your ass kicked now

Uhh, one, two
Misdemeanor, Slim
Timbaland,
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Cool, cool,
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