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Slim Shady Slim Shady Slim Shady Slim Shady Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode And punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Coming through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches Hit a fucking in her [*stomach*] with luggage It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out I'm looking for someone "of" to beat the crap "out" I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers I flip you off in French, then translate in English Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim Shady Yeah Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim motherfucking Shady Yeah Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim Shady Yeah Won't you busa rhyme for me boy I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time) I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology College 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 grow up I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (SHUT UP!) I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse To give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch) And waste the paper on you, chopping down the oakwood Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cutting You motherfuckers are putting your words together for nothing Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim Shady What's the deal? Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim motherfucking Shady Yeah Who? Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim Shady What's the deal? Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want what you got is it hot? (Is it hot?) Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo "A person from another planet might disagree with you" "Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth" Slim Shady Misdemeanor Timbaland Slim Shady Misdemeanor I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Spraying tecs at you until you see your fucking legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you (AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foaming at the mouth Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foaming at the couch Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building And shot every window out on the way down to the ground (KEEP FILMING!) Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em in half Suffocated the oxygen mask Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefing again Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track Don't shoot Missy! Get back Uh, I'ma put you all in the line Uh, and I'ma watch you MC's die Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind! I think somebody done pissed her off this time! Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and Uh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh) It's raining raining and it's pouring loud Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd Uh, I hear the gats go cha-pow Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh) Lay em on down, like they lived underground (uh) For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now Uhh one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady Timbaland, motherfucker Uh uh uh Cool, cool, cool Triple zero