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Busa Rhyme (feat. Eminem)

Slim Shady

Slim Shady

Slim ShadyWell, 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, till her whole face explodesThere'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 WahlbergComin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches

Hit a fuckin' [incomprehensible] luggage

It's like a dream, I can't snap out, I black out, I back out

I'm lookin' for someone [incomprehensible] to beat the crap outI'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 itWon't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady

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

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

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

I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity

Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween followingIt'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 swirlsCovered in throw-up and I refuse to grow up

I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up

I made this rap game suspenseful 'cause now I got a impulse

To give you insults wrote with a pencilAnd 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'Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady

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

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

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? What you want?A person from another planet

Might disagree with you

Well if you want my opinion

It comes from right here on EarthSlim Shady, Misdemeanor

Timbaland, Slim Shady

MisdemeanorI'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 youFuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the mouth

Fuck mouth, my whole house is foamin' at the couch

Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a building

And shot every window out on the way down to the groundWoke 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 crossfireY'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 dieYo 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 messIt'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 dammit? Bitch get downDon't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile

Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground

For the sound that me and Timbaland, we found

Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked nowUhh, one, two

Misdemeanor, Slim Shady

Timbaland, motherfucker

Uhh, uhh, uhh

Cool, cool, cool

Triple zero

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