This is a song about "Slim sady"

Alright, i'm goin' full slim shady.

Bitch, i might make you my baby

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

The black clone of slim shady

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

N.w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Class is in session

But i'm not crazy as slim

To this slim shady sensation

You're uncool like my mother kin

C’mon and let’s chill baby

My name is... [scratches] slim shady

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

I want to go back to when eminem was slim