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      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      Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady   Yeah   Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' 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, coz now I got a impulse   To give you insults wrote with a pencil   (Bitch)   And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood   'Coz 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   What's the deal?   Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' 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   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      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, 'coz 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 zero