[Intro: Missy Elliott]

Uh, Slim Shady (Ch-ch-ch-ch-)

Uh, Slim Shady

Uh, Slim Shady (Ch-ch-ch-ch-)

Ooh (Uh), yeah

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled

Then pop the same shit that got 2Pac killed

Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode

Then punch a bitch in the nose 'til her whole face explodes

There's three things I hate: girls, women, and bitches (What?)

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 (Oh!)

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches

Hit a fucking ***** bitch in her ***** with luggage (Ahhh!)

It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, or back out

Lookin' for somebody of to beat the crap out

I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers (Eat this)

I flip you off in French, then translate it to English

Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back

Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

[Chorus: Missy Elliott, Eminem]

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?

(It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady)

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?

(It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady)

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?

(It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady)

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?

(It's the ill, that cool?)

[Verse 2: 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 (One, two)

I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology (Whoops)

College girls, live in an alcoholic's world

Full of hurl, 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 an impulse game to insult you wit' a pencil (Bitch)

They 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 cuttin'

You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nothin'

[Chorus: Missy Elliott, Eminem]

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?

(It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady)

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?

(It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady)

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?

(It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady)

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy?

(It's the ill, that cool?)

[Bridge: Missy Elliott]

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh)

We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh)

Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily (Uh, wha-wha?)

What you want, what you got

Is it hot, is it hot?

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh)

We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh)

Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily (Wha-wha? Yo)

What you want, what you want? Uh yo...

[Interlude: Timbaland]

"A person from another planet might disagree with you."

"Well, if you want my opinion, he comes from right here on Earth."

Slim Shady, Misdemeanor

Timbaland

Slim Shady, Misdemeanor

[Verse 3: Eminem]

I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends

Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends

Sprayin' TECs at you until you see your fucking legs

With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you (Ah!)

Fucking mad dog, foaming at the mouth (Grrr)

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

Fly back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

[Verse 4: Missy Elliott, Missy as girl]

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

Yeah, I'ma have to bus' you through your chest and

Uh, you gon' 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 that the gats go cha-pow

Who shot me dammit? Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (Uh-huh)

I'ma lay em on down, like they lived underground (Uh)

For the sounds that me and Timbaland, we found

Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now

[Outro: Missy Elliott]

Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker

Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero, heheh