Missy Elliott, Eminem - Busa Rhyme lyrics
Eminem [Marshall Bruce Mathers III] Detroit, Michigan. U.S.
[Missy Elliott, Eminem - Busa Rhyme lyrics]
Uh, Slim Shady uh, Slim Shady
Uh slim Shady
Ooh (Uh) , yeah
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
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
It's like a dream I can't
Snap out, I black out, or back out
Lookin' for somebody ug' 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
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? Slim mothafucking Shady)
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 url
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'
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? Slim mothafucking Shady)
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
"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
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'mma get the East and West beefing again
Fly 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
Uh, I'mma put you all in the line uh
And I'mma watch you MC's die
Yo Mommy, Mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed
Her off this time
Yeah, I'mma 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
You shot me dammit! Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk
I never talk when I smile (Uh, huh)
I'mma 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
Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim
Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero
Uh slim Shady
Ooh (Uh) , yeah
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
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
It's like a dream I can't
Snap out, I black out, or back out
Lookin' for somebody ug' 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
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? Slim mothafucking Shady)
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 url
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'
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? Slim mothafucking Shady)
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
"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
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'mma get the East and West beefing again
Fly 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
Uh, I'mma put you all in the line uh
And I'mma watch you MC's die
Yo Mommy, Mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed
Her off this time
Yeah, I'mma 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
You shot me dammit! Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk
I never talk when I smile (Uh, huh)
I'mma 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
Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim
Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero
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