Eminem - Bus A Rhyme lyrics

SLiM Shady... (UH!) SLiM Shady... (UH!) SLiM Shady... (Wooooo-ooo-ooo!) SLiM Shady... Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same sh** that got 2Pac k**ed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode And punch a b**h in the nose, 'til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls, women and b**hes! Smack b**hes 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 f*ckin' {pregnant} b**h in her {stomach} with luggage 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'm a vanish off the face of the planet And come back speakin' so much Spanish! Pun can't even understand it! Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... SLiM Shady! Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... SLiM motherf*ckin' Shady! Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... SLiM Shady! Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... 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, cause now I got a impulse To give you insults wrote with a pencil (b**h!) 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 motherf*ckers are puttin your words together for nuttin' Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... SLiM Shady Won't you bus-a-rhyme (What's the deal?) for me boy... SLiM motherf*ckin' Shady Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah... who?) for me boy... SLiM Shady Won't you bus-a-rhyme (What's the deal?) 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 f*ckin' legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you (AAAAHH!) F*ckin' mad dog, foamin at the mouth F*ck 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 sh** if I get any higher, I'm a get the East and West beefin' again Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire "Y'all better call the police 'fore I k** this track Don't shoot Missy! " Get back! Uhh! - I'm a put you all in the line Uhh! - And I'm a watch you MC's die "Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind! I think somebody done pissed her off this time! " Yo, I'm a 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 damn it? " b**h 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 a**, kicked later, or get your a**, kicked now Uhh... one-two Misdemeanor, SLiM Shady Timbaland - motherf*cker Uhh, uhh, uhh! Cool, cool, cool Triple zero...