Lyrics:
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
We goin' hard in the paint like
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown
officers watch over ya
I'll embrace the handicap of the colour of my skin
I'm wheatish, it's time for the reapin'
So ain't no other place I'd rather be in
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
We goin' hard in the paint like
It's a hard life
People get affected
By the towns they're in
She gave her man a chance
Who never had a man
Hard life
Now she lives in Canter
and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
It's Game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
(Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole!"
Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim
blissful in sin walking tall with future unwritten not given a fuck well I had Commited
Please slim shady I feel a little hazey
Tyranny is not waiting your
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home
feel like I had gave you a super punch
To the stomach so quick it'll make you become sick
Until you vomit and then when you up chuck
It'll look like you
and type it in
Yeah I'm nice and slim
Prolly don't believe I can box
Until you need a doc to give you stitches so
The bleedin' can stop
Cause you gon' be
to my Robin-sun (So precious)
I'm taking off, you bout to see me in another form (Vroom vroom)
And I'm a martian, you never hear the last of it (Slim
And even if I could it will all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
Not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called
somebody told got 5 o pulling tricks.
Got to pay car note and water bill and they both do by the 3rd.
Everybody had the weed so I switched it up to syrup.
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
gutter
I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it
It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it
I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times
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