[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 ... and his ... and love it

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 motherfuck