Chorus: eminem (repeat 4x)
Thats why they call me slim shady (Im back)
Im back (Im back) [slim shady!] Im back
[eminem]
I murder a rhyme one word at a time
You never, heard of a mind as perverted as mine
You better, get rid of that nine, it aint gonna help
What goods it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
Im waitin for hell like hell shit Im anxious as hell
Manson, youre safe in that cell, be thankful its jail
I used to be my mommys little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to, get punked and bullied on my block
til I cut a kittens head off and stuck it in this kids mailbox
{"mom! mom!"} I used to give a - fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of suc-cess? it sucks, too much press Im stressed
Too much stares two breasts, too upset
Its just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right
You think of my name now whenever you say, "hi"
Became a commodity because Im w-h-i-
-t-e, cuz mtv was so friendly to me
Cant wait til kim sees me
Now is it worth it? look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isnt workin?
You hear this finger? oh its upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now
Chorus
[eminem]
I take each individual degenerates head and reach into it
Just to see if hes influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit hes an innocent victim
And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
{*vocal scratches*} my name is slim shady
I been crazy way before radio didnt play me
The sensational {*vocal scratch "back is the incredible!"*}
With ken kaniff, who just finds the men edible
Its ken kaniff on the, internet
Tryin to, lure your kids with him, into bed
Its a, sick world we live in these days
"slim for petes sakes put down christopher reeves legs!"
Geez, you guys are so sensitive
"slim its a touchy subject, try and just dont mention it"
Mind with no sense in it, fried to get so frenetic
Whose eyes get so squinted, Im blind from smokin em
With my windows tinted, with nine limos rented
Doin lines of coke in em, with a bunch of guys hoppin out
All high and indo scented {*inhales, exhales*}
And thats where I get my name from, thats why they call me
Chorus
[eminem]
I take seven [----] from [---------], stand em all in line
Add an ak-47, a revolver, a nine
A mack-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
And thats a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
Cause (immmm) shady, they call me as crazy
As the world was over this whole y2k thing
And by the way, nsync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what yall think?
Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings?
Its why I tend to block out when I hear things
Cause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring (ahhhh!!!)
So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger
Longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to christina
Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
Itd be jennifer lopez, and puffy you know this!
Im sorry puff, but I dont give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her
And have a son and a new brother at the same time
And just say that it aint mine, whats my name?
Chorus
[eminem {*vocal scratching*}]
Guess whos b-back, back
Gue-gue-guess whos back (hi mom!)
{*scratch*} guess whos back
{*scratch*} gue {*scratch*} guess whos back
D-12 {*scratch*} guess whos back
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess whos back
Dr. dre {*scratch*} guess whos back
Back back {*scratch*} back
{*scratch*}
Slim shady, 2001
Im blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) fuck
