| May I have your attention please?
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| May I have your attention please?
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| Will the real slim shady please stand up?
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| I repeat, will the real slim shady please stand up?
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| We’re gonna have a problem here.
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| Y’all act like you never seen a white person before
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| Jaws all on the floor like pam, like tommy just burst in the door
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| And started whoopin her a*s worse than before
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| They first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (ahh!)
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| It’s the return of the «ah, wait, no way, you’re kidding
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| He didn’t just say what I think he did, did he? |
| «And dr. |
| dre said nothing you idiots!
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| Dr. dre’s dead, he’s locked in my basement! |
| (ha-ha!)
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| Feminist women love eminem {*vocal turntable:
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| Chigga chigga chigga* «slim shady, I’m sick of him
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| Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
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| Flippin the you-know-who,» «yeah, but he’s so cute though!»
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| Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
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| But no worse, than what’s goin on in your parents' bedrooms
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| Sometimes, I wanna get on tv and just let loose, but can’t
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| But it’s cool for tom green to hump a dead moose
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| «My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips»
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| And if I’m lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
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| And that’s the message that we deliver to little kids
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| And expect them not to know what a woman’s clitoris is
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| Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
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| By the time they hit fourth grade
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| They got the discovery channel don’t they?
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| «We ain’t nothing but mammals.» |
| well, some of us cannibals
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| Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
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| But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
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| Then there’s no reason that a man and another man can’t elope
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| But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
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| Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes
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| Chorus: Eminem
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| I’m slim shady, yes I’m the real shady
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| All you other slim shadys are just imitating
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| So won’t the real slim shady please stand up
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| Please stand up, please stand up?
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| Will smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
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| Well I do, so f*ck him and f*ck you too!
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| You think I give a damn about a grammy?
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| Half of you critics can’t even stomach me, let alone stand me
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| «But slim, what if you win, wouldn’t it be weird? |
| «Why? |
| so you guys could just lie to get me here?
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| So you can, sit me here next to britney spears?
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| Sh*t, Christina aguilera better switch me chairs
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| So I can sit next to carson daly and fred durst
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| And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
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| You little b*tch, put me on blast on mtv
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| «Yeah, he’s cute, but I think he’s married to kim, hee-hee!»
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| I should download her audio on mp3
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| And show the whole world how you gave eminem vd
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| I’m sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
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| So I have been sent here to destroy you
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| And there’s a million of us just like me
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| Who cuss like me; |
| who just don’t give a fuck like me
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| Who dress like me; |
| walk, talk and act like me
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| And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!
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| Chorus:
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| I’m slim shady, yes I’m the real shady
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| All you other slim shadys are just imitating
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| So won’t the real slim shady please stand up,
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| Please stand up, please stand up?
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| I’m like a head trip to listen to, cause I’m only givin you
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| Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
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| The only difference is I got the balls to say it
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| In front of y’all and I don’t gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
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| I just get on the mic and spit it
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| And whether you like to admit it I just sh*t it
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| Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
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| Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
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| It’s funny; |
| cause at the rate I’m goin when I’m thirty
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| I’ll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
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| Pinchin nurses a*ses when I’m jackin off with jergens
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| And I’m jerkin but this whole bag of viagra isn’t working
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| And every single person is a slim shady lurkin
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| He could be workin at burger king, spittin on your onion rings
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| Or in the parkin lot, circling
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| Screaming «i don’t give a f*ck!»
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| With his windows down and his system up
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| So, will the real shady please stand up?
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| And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
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| And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
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| And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
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| I’m slim shady, yes I’m the real shady
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| All you other slim shadys are just imitating
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| So won’t the real slim shady please stand up
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| Please stand up, please stand up?
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| Ha ha
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| Guess there’s a slim shady in all of us
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| F*ck it, let’s all stand up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Real Slim Shady , by - Top 40 Hits. Song from the album Top 40 Hits Hip Hop, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп