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Hi! My name is (what?) |
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My name is (who?) |
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My name is Slim Shady |
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Hi! My name is (huh?) |
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My name is (what?) |
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My name is Slim Shady |
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Hi! My name is (what?) |
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My name is (who?) |
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My name is Slim Shady |
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Hi! My name is (huh?) |
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My name is (what?) |
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My name is Slim Shady |
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Ahem, excuse me |
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Can I have the attention of the class |
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For one second? |
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Hi kids! Do you like violence? (yeah yeah) |
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Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails |
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Through each one of my eyelids? (uh-huh) |
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Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (yeah yeah) |
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Try 'cid and get ****** up worse that my life is? (huh) |
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My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight |
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But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh) |
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And Dr.Dre said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" |
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Uh-uh! "So why's your face red? Man you wasted" |
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Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else |
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'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt |
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Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's ****** off |
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And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross |
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I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass |
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Faster than a fat ****** who sat down too fast |
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C'mere slut (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog) |
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I don't give a ******, God sent me to piss the world off |
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[Chorus] |
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My English teacher wanted to have flunk me in Junior High |
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Thanks a lot next semester I'll be thirty-five |
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I smacked him in his face with an eraser |
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Chased him with a stapler |
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And stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (ow) |
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Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up |
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Flashed the bartender, then stuck my ****** in the tip cup |
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Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians |
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In a space ******p while they screamin' at me |
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"Let's just be friends" |
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Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to |
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I just found out my mom does more **** than I do (damn) |
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I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper |
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Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (oh thank you) |
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You know you blew up when the women rush your stands |
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And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (ah) |
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This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph |
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(Dude, can I get your autograph?) |
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So I signed it, |
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"Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole!" |
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[Chorus] |
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Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away (get him) |
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Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate! |
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I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (****** that) |
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I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive |
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(Huh yup!) Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide |
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I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? (go ahead) |
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All my life I was very deprived |
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I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide |
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(Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk |
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I spit when I talk, I'll ****** anything that walks (c'mere) |
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When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits |
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How you gonna breast feed me Mom? (wah) |
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You ain't got no ****** (wah) |
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I lay awake and strap myself in the bed |
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Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang) |
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I'm steamin' mad (argh) |
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And by the way when you see my dad? (yeah) |
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Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had |
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[Chorus] |
