Busa Rhyme Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Slim Shady 

Slim Shady 

Slim Shady 

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 

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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 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady 

Yeah 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady 

Yeah 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady 

Yeah 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy 

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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 

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, coz now I got a impulse 

To give you insults wrote with a pencil 

(Bitch) 

And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood 

'Coz 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' 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady 

What's the deal? 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady 

Yeah, who? 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady 

What's the deal? 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy 

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" 

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 

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, 'coz 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