Missy Elliott — Busa Rhyme

[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh Slim Shady Uh Slim Shady Uh Slim Shady Uh, yo [Verse 1: Eminem] Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled 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 figured with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Coming through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches Hit a fucking [pregnant] bitch in her [stomach] with luggage 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 I flip you off in French, then translate it to English Then I'mma vanish off the face of the planet and come back Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)] 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) [Verse 2: 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 (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' [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)] 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) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] 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... [Interlude: Timbaland] "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 [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin' tec's 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 [Verse 4: Missy Elliott, Missy as girl] 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 [Outro: Missy Elliott] Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero