Lyrics
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May I have your attention, please?
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May I have your attention, please?
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Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
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I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
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We're gonna have a problem here...
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Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
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Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
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And started whoopin' her *** worse than before
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They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (Agh!)
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It's the return of the "oh, wait, no way, you're kidding
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He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
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And Dr. Dre said... nothing, you idiots!
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Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (Ha ha!)
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Feminist women love Eminem
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"Chicka-chicka-chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
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Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
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Flippin' the you-know-who", "Yeah, but he's so cute though"
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Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
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Lyrics
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But no worse than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
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Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
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But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to **** a dead moose
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"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
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And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
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And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
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And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
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Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
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By the time they hit fourth grade
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They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
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We ain't nothin' but mammals- well, some of us, cannibals
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Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
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But if we can **** dead animals and antelopes
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Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
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But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
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Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes-
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