Busa Rhyme Eminem текст и слова песни

[Missy]

Slim Shady

Slim Shady

Slim Shady

Slim Shady


[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 [*pregnant chick*] 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'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 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


"A person from another planet might disagree with you"

"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