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Slim
Shady
Slim
Slim

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

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

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

I'm bringin' you rap two middle fingers
I you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun even understand it

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

Won't you rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' 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
(One time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who enough 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, in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls

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

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

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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

Fuckin' mad dog, at the mouth
mouth, my whole 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 staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, get the East and West beefin' again
back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police I kill this track
Don't Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and watch 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 chest and
Uhh, you will to clean up the mess

rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the
Uhh, I hear the 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 they underground
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we
Get your ass, later or get your ass kicked now

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