This is a song about "Slim shady"

They slim shady you must be crazy your lyrics

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Alright, i'm goin' full slim shady.

I rather give you my last to see you live again

But, i ain't slim shady, i'm tupac mixed with jay and them,

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My name is... [scratches] slim shady

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

That i whinge and moan and lash out like i'm afraid you're gonna call me a fake slim shady

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

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb