EMINEM - Bus A Rhyme lyrics
rate meSLiM Shady... (UH!)
SLiM Shady... (UH!)
SLiM Shady... (Wooooo-ooo-ooo!)
SLiM Shady...
Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got 2Pac 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} bitch 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'm a vanish off the face of the planet
And come back speakin' so much Spanish! Pun can't even understand it!
Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... SLiM Shady!
Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... SLiM motherfuckin' Shady!
Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... SLiM Shady!
Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) 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, 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'
Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah!) for me boy... SLiM Shady
Won't you bus-a-rhyme (What's the deal?) for me boy... SLiM motherfuckin' Shady
Won't you bus-a-rhyme (Yeah... who?) for me boy... SLiM Shady
Won't you bus-a-rhyme (What's the deal?) 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
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 (AAAAHH!)
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'm a get the East and West beefin' 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!
Uhh! - I'm a put you all in the line.
Uhh! - And I'm a watch you MC's die.
"Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind!
I think somebody done pissed her off this time! "
Yo, I'm a 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 damn it? " 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...
