| Slim Shady
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| Slim Shady
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| Slim Shady
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| Slim Shady
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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 in her 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 Won’t you busa rhyme for me boy. |
| Slim Shady
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| Yeah
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| Won’t you busa rhyme for me boy. |
| Slim motherfuckinShady
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| Yeah
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| Won’t you busa rhyme for me boy. |
| Slim Shady
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| Yeah
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| Won’t you busa rhyme for me boy.
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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 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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| Won’t you busa rhyme for me boy. |
| Slim Shady
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| What’s the deal?
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| Won’t you busa rhyme for me boy. |
| Slim motherfuckinShady
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| Yeah. |
| who?
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| Won’t you busa rhyme for me boy. |
| Slim Shady
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| What’s the deal?
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| Won’t you busa rhyme for me boy.
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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 onEarth»
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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 (KEEPFILMING!)
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| Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em inhalf
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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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| 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 down
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| Don’t walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh)
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| Lay em on down, like they lived underground (uh)
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| For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
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| Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now
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| Uhh. |
| one-two
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| Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
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| Timbaland, motherfucker
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| Uhh uhh uhh
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| Cool, cool, cool
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| Triple zero |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Busa Rhyme , by - Missy Elliott. Song from the album Da Real World, in the genre R&B