[Missy] Slim Shady [4X]
    [Eminem]
  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
    [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
  [Shady] Yeah
  [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
  [Shady] Yeah
  [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
  [Shady] Yeah
  [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy ..
    [Eminem]
  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 *flush*
  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, cause now I got a impulse
  to give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch)
  and waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood
  Cause 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
    [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
  [Shady] What's the deal?
  [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
  [Shady] Yeah.. who?
  [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
  [Shady] What's the deal?
  [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy ..
    [Missy]
  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"
    [Eminem]
  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
    [Missy]
  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, cause 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