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[Missy] Slim Shady (4X)
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[Eminem]
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Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
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Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
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Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
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and punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
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There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches
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Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
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Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
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Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
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Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches
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Hit a fuckin [*pregnant chick*] in her [*stomach*] with luggage
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It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
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Lookin for some other thug, to beat the crap out
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I'm bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
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I flip you off in French, then translate in English
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Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
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speakin so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it
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[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
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[Shady] Yeah
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[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
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[Shady] Yeah
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[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
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[Shady] Yeah
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[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy ..
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[Eminem]
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I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
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Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
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I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
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who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
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It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
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I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
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College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
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full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls *flush*
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Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
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I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (SHUT UP!)
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I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse
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to give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch)
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and waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood
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Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
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And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin
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You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nuttin
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[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
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[Shady] What's the deal?
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[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
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[Shady] Yeah.. who?
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[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
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[Shady] What's the deal?
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[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy ..
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[Missy]
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Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
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We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
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Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
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What you want what you got is it hot? (Is it hot?)
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Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
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We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
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Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
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What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo
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"A person from another planet might disagree with you"
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"Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"
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[Eminem]
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Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor..
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Timbaland.. Slim Shady..
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Misdemeanor..
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I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
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Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
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Sprayin tecs at you until you see your fuckin legs
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with the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you
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(AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth
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Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch
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Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
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and shot every window out on the way down to the ground (KEEP FILMING!)
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Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em in half
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Suffocated the oxygen mask
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Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin again
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Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire
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[Missy]
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Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
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Don't shoot Missy!!! Get back
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Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
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Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
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Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind!
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I think somebody done pissed her off this time!
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Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
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uhh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
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It's rainin rainin and it's pourin loud
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Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
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Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
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Who shot me damnit? Bitch get do |