busa rhyme(FEATURIG EMINEM)

While I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled, Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed, Spit game to these ho's, Make a soap-opera of an episode, Punch a bitch in the nose til the whole face explodes, Three things I hate girls, women, and bitches, Smack bitches that walk off, and dropkick midgets, Call me boogie night, The stalker that walks awkward, Stick figured dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg, Come through the airport sluggish, walking on crutches, Its like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, black out, Lookin for same thug to beat the crap out, I'm bringing you rap singers two middle finger, Flip you off in French, an translate it in English, Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet, Come back speaking so much Spanish, Pun couldn't even understand it. Won't you busa rhyme for me boy. won't you busa rhyme for me boy. Won't you busa rhyme for me boy. won't you busa rhyme for me boy. I had a huge attitude, Started off statically, Mad at you, Had you mad at me automatically, I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity, who had develop himself to start a Halloween flowing, Its so big, If I counted up all the freaks, I would probably owe Ozzy Osborne an apology, College girls, living in alcoholics world, full of earl, There heads swirl'd every time the toilet swirls, Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up, I won't budge, still tell a grown up to shut up, I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got an impulse to gain, an insult you wit a pencil, They wasted paper on you choppin down the oakwood, Cause everything you wrote in your notebook was no good, As long as I stay in the studio an keep cut'n, You motherfuckers are put'n your words together for nothing. Won't you busa rhyme for me boy. won't you busa rhyme for me boy. Won't you busa rhyme for me boy. won't you busa rhyme for me boy. Turn the music up, We gonna wake the neighbors, We gonna get high, We gonna roll to Vegas Me and slim shady on some shit daily What you want, what you got, is hot. Turn the music up, We gonna wake the neighbors, We gonna get high, We gonna roll to Vegas, Me and slim shady on some shit daily, What you want, what you want, huh..... I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends, hold'in a gun with no handle, just a barrel with both ends, Sprayin tec's at you, until you see your fuckin legs, With the bullet holes, and the exit wounds settin next to you, Fuckin mad dog foaming at the mouth, fuck mouth, My whole house is is foam'in at the couch, Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a building, an shot every window out on the way down to ground, keep filming, Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, Chopped them in half and suffocated the oxygen mask, Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East-n-West beef'in again, Fly back to Detroit an stand in the cross fire. Y'all better call the police before I kill this track, don't shoot Missy, get back huh... I'ma put you all in a line, huh... I'ma watch you MC's die, yo mommy mommy, Missy done lost her mind, I think somebody done pissed her off this time, huh... I'ma have to you bus' through your chest, huh... you gonna have to clean up the mess, its raining an raining, and its pouring loud, never fear cause pissy Missy through the crowd, huh... I can hear the gats go chu-pow, you shot me damn it, bitch get down, don't walk when I talk, never talk when I smile, lay'em on down, like they lived underground, for the sounds that me and Timbaland, we found, get your ass kicked later, or get your ass kicked now.