This is a song about "Slim shady rap"

While blastin' the slim shady

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

We might be back in this baby

The black clone of slim shady

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I was a nobody but now i'm the embodiment of slim shady

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Im an improbable human conundrum, in my past life slim shady was my cousin

I’m a hustla, baby

I look up to slim shady

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat