This is a song about "Shady"

Of this new slim shady caucasian

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

To the big leagues like dr.dre,slim shady

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

Dreaming to be like marshal putting a photo of shady

(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

That's the way, you can move it baby

While blastin' the slim shady

I look up to slim shady

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

The fiends supply the shady

Watch the ones that are shady,

Please boo what's your size crazy