Busa Rhyme Lyrics by Eminem

Busa Rhyme

Artist: missy misdemeanor elliott f/ eminem
[missy] slim shady [4x]

[eminem]
Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got tupac 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 chick*] 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ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin so much spanish, pun cant even understand it

[missy] wont you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim shady
[shady] yeah
[missy] wont you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim motherfuckin shady
[shady] yeah
[missy] wont you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim shady
[shady] yeah
[missy] wont you busa rhyme for me boy ..

[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
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 *flush*
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

[missy] wont you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim shady
[shady] whats the deal?
[missy] wont you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim motherfuckin shady
[shady] yeah.. who?
[missy] wont you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim shady
[shady] whats the deal?
[missy] wont you busa rhyme for me boy ..

[missy]
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"

[eminem]
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
[ahh!] 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ma get the east and west beefin again
Slide back to detroit and stand in the crossfire

[missy]
Yall better call the police fore I kill this track
Dont shoot missy!!! get back
Uhh, ima put you all in the line
Uhh, 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!
Yo, ima 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 damnit? 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