Slim Shady

Slim Shady

Slim Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled

And pop the same s**t that got Tupac killed

Spit game to these h**s, like a soap opera episode

And punch a b**h in the nose, till her whole face explodes

There's three things I hate, girls, women and b**s

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 d**k bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches

Hit aluggage

It's like 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 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

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?

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky

Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically