This is a song about "The next slim shady"

I found an inner slim shady and went crazy sent rentvawat to this lady

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Something's wrong, i can feel it (for six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

Will somebody please show me how

The real slim shady can sit down now

Fuck, i'm on with that shady desire like slim connected with a wire,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Of this new slim shady caucasian

A lil' spice in my swag, call it cajun

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

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

I'm not slim shady or any other rappin white