Lyrics:
whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, never did
got my brothers rolling deep inside a Cullinan
I never needed friends
I got my lady in a Bentley color cinnamon
These bitches get shady I'm stacking
deal but flow so real, he been in the scopes
Sun got shine, now they say he shady but he never dippin' though
Still facing L's, you would think
whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, never did
the people do a 180
When I hit the stage man the club wanna pay me
Uh, you niggaz so fugazzi got a white bitch with me call that hoe slim shady uh
Nigga 'su
hot then, check your flame
If what you spittin ain't hittin then, check your aim
Your record sales start to slip and then, Nelly to blame
Now who you
And lyrical skills, before niggaz got record deals
The dope game, when beats was the product
And only those with mic control made a profit
Before the shady ass
to the lyrical lord
That I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
This is how a killer record
With the double-edged triple syllable sword,
schizophrenic
And let they emotions out
And I doubt they can ever test my crew
Take a second, check it, I reckon my records are better than
Whatever record
I'm just interference
Noise and whispers
A shadow onto them
I'm dust on the record stop
A static, a click, a compromise
A discord, a spark,
feet deep
I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me
Hot lead flying with debris and schrapnel.
Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tattoo.
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too.
kicking it with timbaland
Boot camp clik we buck shots smith and wessun them
Put an em on your head capping a shady brand
Take a stand catch an assault like
you rich, rich
I know it's kinda crazy, cray
But you can hit that lick, legit
No point in actin' shady, shade
Gimmie all you can give
I say you can be
keep it cruisey
I just keep it jiggy
Plus your looking shifty
Grip the Grip the
Looking at me shady
I'm the One I'm the One So
See me looking
I just
Hi! My name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (what?)
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doing the shit that be
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doing the shit that be
records released by,
They favorite artist invaded they hearts and the way that it started my latest they'd have paid it regardless,
Ever been to a Tech
Traffic, I hear it's kinda crazy
More time for me to clean up
She might think theres something shady
Really, seriously you need to hurry up
If you only knew
All I ever hear is “You a wannabe Shady”, aye
Swear to God, I bet I know what all of ya’ll thinkin’
“Anutha wannabe Slim Shady you know he reachin’"
here on the bridge
But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done
Yelawolf,
can't pay me enough for you to play me
It's cockamamie you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I
thread it and sewed this game
(Say Wha?) They say I came in a shady way
Watch how I play this game
Bossin up, ain't he man
So do it do him Jazzy fizzle
My
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