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    Artist: Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott f/ Eminem
    [Missy] Slim Shady (4X)

    [Eminem]
    Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
    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
    Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
    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
    Lookin for some other thug, 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

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