Busa Rhyme

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Missy Elliott

Melissa Arnette "Missy" Elliott (born July 1, 1971) is an American rapper, singer-songwriter, record producer, dancer and actress. A five-time Grammy Award winner, Elliott, with record sales of over thirty million in the United States, is the only female rapper to have six albums certified platinum… more »

Slim Shady 
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  Coming through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches 
Hit a fucking  in her [*stomach*] with luggage 
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
I'm looking for someone "of" to beat the crap "out"
I'm bringing 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
 Speaking 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 motherfucking Shady

Yeah

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

Won't you busa rhyme 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 (bitch)
And waste the paper on you, chopping 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 cutting 
You motherfuckers are putting your words together for nothing 

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy 
Slim Shady 

What's the deal?

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy 
Slim motherfucking 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  Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
 Spraying tecs at you until you see your fucking legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you
(AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foaming at the mouth 
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foaming 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 beefing 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
Uh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uh, 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
Uh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
It's raining raining and it's pouring loud
 Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd 
Uh, 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 
Uh uh uh
Cool, cool, cool
 Triple zero

Written by: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, MARSHALL MATHERS, ROBERT W PARISSI, MISSY ELLIOTT

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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