[ Missy ] Slim Shady [ 4X ]
[ Eminem ] 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 Comin through the airport, sluggish,
walkin on crutches Hit a fuckin [ pregnant chick ]
in her [ stomach ] with luggage It´s like a
dream I can´t snap out, I black out, and
back out I´m lookin for someone
"of" to beat the crap "out"
I´m bringin 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 speakin so much Spanish,
Pun can´t even understand it
[ Missy ] Won´t you busa rhyme for me boy ..
Slim Shady [ Shady ] Yeah [ Missy ] Won´t you
busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
[ Shady ] Yeah [ Missy ] Won´t you busa rhyme
for me boy .. Slim Shady [ Shady ] Yeah [ Missy ]
Won´t you busa rhyme for me boy ..
[ Eminem ] 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 *flush* 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, choppin 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 cuttin You motherfuckers are puttin your
words together for nuttin
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[ Missy ] Won´t you busa rhyme for me boy ..
Slim Shady [ Shady ] What´s the deal? [ Missy ]
Won´t you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim
motherfuckin Shady [ Shady ] Yeah.. who? [ Missy ]
Won´t you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim
Shady [ Shady ] What´s the deal? [ Missy ]
Won´t you busa rhyme for me boy ..
[ Missy ] 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"
[ Eminem ] Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor.. Timbaland..
Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor..
I´m homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both
ends Sprayin tecs at you until you see your fuckin
legs with the bullet holes and the exit wounds
layin next to you (AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at
the mouth Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin 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 beefin
again Slide back to Detroit and stand in the
crossfire
[ Missy ] Y´all better call the police
´fore I kill this track Don´t shoot
Missy!!! Get back Uhh, I´ma put you all in
the line Uhh, 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
uhh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
It´s rainin rainin and it´s pourin
loud Never fear, cause pissy Missy´s through
the crowd Uhh, 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 Uhh uhh uhh Cool, cool, cool Triple
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