Busa Rhyme

MISSY ELLIOTT

[Featuring 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 bunch 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 [*edited*] and his [*edited*] 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 swirls 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




"It's not from this planet"



"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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