The Real Slim Shady
Artist: Eminem
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Written by: Marshall Mathers, André Young, M. Bradford
May I have your attention please
May I have your attention please
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up
We’re gonna have a problem here
Y’all act like you’ve never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor, like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
Started whoopin’ her ass worse than before
They first get divorced, throwin’ her over furniture
It’s the return of the...Oh, wait, no way, you’re kidding
He didn’t just say what I think he did, did he
And Dr. Dre said...Nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre’s dead, he’s locked in my basement
Feminist women love Eminem
Jigga-jigga-jigga, Slim Shady, I’m sick of him, look at him
Walkin’ around grabbin’ his you-know-what
Limpin’ to you-know-who (Yeah, but he’s so cute though)
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what’s goin’ on in your parent’s bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can’t, but it’s cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
And if I’m lucky you might just give it a little kiss
And that’s the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman’s clitoris is
Of course they’re gonna know what intercourse is by the time they hit
4th grade
They got the Discovery Channel, don’t they
We ain’t nothin’ but mammals
Well, some of us cannibals who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there’s no reason that a man and another man can’t elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your panty hoes, sing the chorus, and it goes
I’m Slim Shady
Yes, I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, Please stand up
‘Cause I’m Slim Shady
Yes, I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up
Will Smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy
Half of you critics can’t even stomach me, let alone stand me
(But Slim, what if you win, wouldn’t it be weird)
Why, so you guys can just lie to get me here
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I could sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear ‘em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
(Yeah, he’s cute, but I think he’s married to Kim, hee-hee)
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD
I’m sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
So I have been sent here to destroy you
And there’s a million of us just like me, who cuss like me
Who just don’t give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
It just might be the next best thing, but not quite me
‘Cause I’m Slim Shady
Yes, I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up
‘Cause I’m Slim Shady
Yes, I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up
I’m like a headtrip to listen to ‘cause I’m only givin’ you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of ya’ll
And I don’t gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it and whether you like to admit it
I just shit it better than 90% of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It’s funny ‘cause at the rate I’m goin’ when I’m 30
I’ll be the only person in the nursin’ home flirty
Pinchin’ nurses asses when I’m jackin’ off with Jergens and I’m jerkin’
But this whole bag of Viagra isn’t workin’
In every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin’
He could be workin’ at Burger King spittin’ on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot circling, screamin’ “I don’t give a fuck”
With his windows down and system up
So will the real Shady, please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up
Then be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go
I’m Slim Shady
Yes, I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, Please stand up
‘Cause I’m Slim Shady
Yes, I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up
‘Cause I’m Slim Shady
Yes, I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up
‘Cause I’m Slim Shady
Yes, I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up
Ha-ha
Guess there’s a Slim Shady in all of us
Let’s all stand up
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