Missy Elliott

Missy Elliott - Busa Rhyme songtekst

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[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 bunch 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 [*edited*] and his [*edited*] and love it
 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 swirls 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

 "It's not from this planet"
 "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
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Auteur: Marshall Mathers, Missy Elliott, Robert Parissi, Timothy Mosley

Componist: ?

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group Inc., WEA International Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Da Real World (1999)

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