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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 I had a huge attitude, started off staticky 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 made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse 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 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 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 "A person from another planet might disagree with you" "Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth" 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 Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building 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 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 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 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