While I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit gate to these ho's, make a soap opera of an episode
Punch a bitch in the nose til the whole face explodes
Three things I hate girls, women, and bitches
Smack bitches that walk off, and dropkick midgets
Call me boogie night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figured dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Come through the airport sluggish, walking on crutches
Its like a dream I can't snap out
I black out, back out
Lookin' for some thug to beat the crap out
I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers
Flip you off in French, and translate it in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet
Come back speaking so much Spanish
Pun couldn't even understand it
HOOK 1:
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy
I had a huge attitude
Started off statically
Mad at you
Had you mad at me automatically
I'm not a commodity
I'm an oddity, who had develop himself to start a Halloween flowing
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks
I would probably owe Ozzy Osborne an apology
College girls, living in alcoholic world, full of earl
Their heads swirl'd every time the toilet swirls
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, still tell a grown up to shut up
I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got an impulse to gain
An insult you wit a pencil
They wasted paper on you choppin' down the oakwood
Cause everything you wrote in your notebook was no good
As long as I stay in the studio an keep cut'n
You motherfuckers are put'n your words together for nothing
HOOK 1:
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy
HOOK 2:
Turn the music up, we gonna wake the neighbors
We gonna get high, we gonna roll to Vegas
Me and slim shady on some shit daily
What you want, what you got, is hot
HOOK 3:
Turn the music up, we gonna wake the neighbors
We gonna get high, we gonna roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily
What you want, what you want, huh...
TV Interlude:
I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' gun with no handle
Just a barrel with both ends
Sprayin' tec's at you, until you see your fuckin' legs
With bullet holes, and the exit wounds settin' next to you
Fuckin' mad dog foaming at the mouth, fuck mouth
My whole house is a foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a building
An shot every window out on the way down to ground, keep filming
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed
Chopped them in half and suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher
I'ma get the East-n-West beefin' again
Fly back to Detroit an stand in the cross fire
Missy:
Y'all better call the police before I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get back huh...
I'ma put you all in a line, huh...
I'ma watch you MC's die, yo mommy mommy
Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time, huh...
I'ma have to you bus' through your chest, huh...
You gonna have to clean up the mess, it's raining an raining
And it's pouring loud,
Never fear cause pissy Missy through the crowd, huh...
I can hear the gats go chu-pow, you shot me damn it
Bitch get down, don't walk when I talk,
Never talk when I smile, lay 'em on down
Like they lived underground
For the sounds that me and Timbaland
We found, get your ass kicked later
Or get your ass kicked now
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