Busa Rhyme
Missy Elliott Lyrics


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Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady

Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, 'til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Coming through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches
Hit a fucking pregnant bitch in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out or back out
I'm looking for someone ug' to beat the crap out
I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers
To flip you off in French then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim motherfuckin' Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of url, head twirls every time the toilet swirls
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (shut up)
I made this rap game suspenseful
'Cause now I got a impulse again to insult you with a pencil (bitch)
They wasted paper on you, chopping down a oak wood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cutting
You motherfuckers are putting your words together for nothing

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim motherfuckin' Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want? What you got? Is it hot? (Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want? (Yo) What you want? (Yo)

"A person from another planet might disagree with you"
"Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"

Slim Shady
Misdemeanor
Timbaland
Slim Shady
Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends
Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Spraying TECs at you until you see your fucking legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you
Fuckin mad dog, foaming at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house is foaming at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground (keep filming)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed
Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit, if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefing again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy! Get back
Uh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
It's raining raining and it's pouring loud
Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me, damnit? Bitch, get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh)
Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground (uh)
For the sound that me and Timbaland, we found
Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now

Uhh one, two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uh, uh, uh




Two, two, two
Triple zero

Overall Meaning

Missy Elliott’s song Busa Rhyme featuring Slim Shady is filled with metaphorical meanings and dark themes. Slim Shady, also known as Eminem, uses his verse to boast about his drug addiction and violent behavior towards women. He mentions his obsession with popping pills and the belief that it is similar to the situation that led to Tupac’s killing. Eminem goes ahead to talk about his behavior towards women, which he addresses as girls and bitches, further revealing his insensitivity towards the topic. His use of violence is also evident as he talks about punching a girl in the nose till her face explodes and his interest in beating up people. His lyrics show his madness, suicidal tendencies, and homicidal instincts.


Missy Elliott takes on a confrontational tone in the chorus as she commands Slim Shady to perform and bust some rhymes for her. In her verse, Missy raps about her craziness, her willingness to start a fight with anyone, and her lack of sanity. The lyrics reveal her need for attention, even if that means putting herself in danger. Slim and Missy both aim to prove their abilities, with Slim focusing on his rhyming skills and Missy bringing a fearless attitude to the track.


Line by Line Meaning

Slim Shady
This song is performed by Slim Shady, one of Eminem's alter egos.


Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
I take pills and stash them in my socks.


And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
I take the same kind of drugs that led to Tupac's fatal shooting.


Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
I flirt with women like a character in a dramatic TV series.


And punch a bitch in the nose, 'til her whole face explodes
I will violently attack a woman.


There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I hate all females and consider them all to be bitches.


I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
I'm heartless enough to assault little people by kicking them.


They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
I am known as the socially inept stalker, Boogie Night.


Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
I may be skinny, but I have a larger penis than famous actor Mark Wahlberg.


Coming through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches
I'm walking through the airport slowly because I'm injured.


Hit a fucking pregnant bitch in her stomach with luggage
I hit a pregnant woman with my luggage, injuring her and her unborn child.


It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out or back out
I can't distinguish between reality and fantasy and sometimes pass out.


I'm looking for someone ug' to beat the crap out
I'm searching for someone who is physically unattractive to attack physically.


I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers
I'm flipping the bird to other rappers in defiance.


To flip you off in French then translate in English
I'll insult you in French and translate it so everyone can understand.


Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
I'll disappear for a while but come back later.


Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it
I'll speak Spanish so fluently that even rapper Big Pun won't be able to understand me.


Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Sing a quick a cappella verse for me, Slim Shady.


Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim motherfuckin' Shady)
I'm asking Slim Shady specifically to rap for me.


Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy
I'm asking for someone to freestyle a quick verse for my entertainment.


I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
I used to have a negative personality when I began my career.


Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
I was always angry at others, which caused people to naturally get mad at me too.


I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
I'm unique and not easily commodified.


Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
I have a sizable fanbase who enjoy my music around Halloween time.


It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
If I added up all my fans who are strange, I'd have a large number.


I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
My fanbase may be larger than Ozzy Osbourne's, which is surprising.


College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Female college students often drink excessively.


Full of url, head twirls every time the toilet swirls
They use the internet frequently and get dizzy watching the toilet flush.


Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
They vomit frequently and I won't take on adult responsibilities.


I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (shut up)
I refuse to change and still talk back to adults I dislike or disagree with.


I made this rap game suspenseful
I created a sense of excitement and drama in the rap scene.


'Cause now I got a impulse again to insult you with a pencil (bitch)
I have an urge to attack other artists by writing raps about them.


They wasted paper on you, chopping down a oak wood
Your music was so terrible that people used a large amount of paper to print your lyrics.


'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
Everything you wrote down wasn't worth reading.


And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cutting
As long as I keep rapping and recording songs, you won't be able to compete with me.


You motherfuckers are putting your words together for nothing
Other rappers waste their time and talent trying to compete with me.


Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
Let's turn the music up loud enough to disturb the neighbors and draw attention to ourselves.


We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
We're going to smoke marijuana and take a road trip to Las Vegas.


Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
Slim Shady and I are constantly doing drugs and engaging in lawless behavior.


What you want? What you got? Is it hot? (Is it hot?) What you want? (Yo) What you want? (Yo)
Asking what someone wants and if they have something exciting or noteworthy to share.


"A person from another planet might disagree with you" "Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"
Two people are having a debate over something, and one of them assures the other that their perspective is grounded in reality.


Misdemeanor Timbaland
Missy Elliott is performing with longtime collaborator Timbaland.


I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends
I'm a danger to myself and others and don't have any close relationships.


Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
I'm holding a gun in both hands even though it's difficult to control.


Spraying TECs at you until you see your fucking legs
I'm firing a TEC-9 gun in your direction until you're injured or dead.


With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you
After being shot by me, you'll have visible injuries and wounds.


Fuckin mad dog, foaming at the mouth Fuck mouth, my whole house is foaming at the couch
I'm so crazy and aggressive that it's like I have rabies or something. Even the furniture in my house is damaged from my violent outbursts.


Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
I'm imagining suicide or another dangerous act.


And shot every window out on the way down to the ground (keep filming)
Even as I'm plummeting to my death, I want people to record it and document the destruction I cause.


Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed
I survived an attempt on my life and find the absurdity of the situation amusing.


Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the oxygen mask
I killed the people in the hospital and made it impossible for others to receive medical care.


Shit, if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefing again
If I become any more famous or controversial, it will create conflict between the east and west coast rap scenes.


Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire
I'll return to my hometown and intentionally put myself in danger.


Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
I'm threatening to completely dominate a rap performance or song so badly that it may have to be stopped.


Don't shoot Missy! Get back
Missy Elliott, don't get too close and inadvertently provoke me.


Uh, I'ma put you all in the line Uh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
I'm going to put all the other rappers 'in their place' and destroy their careers.


Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
Mocking someone who thinks I'm crazy or needs to be managed.


I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Someone must have upset me and caused me to become aggressive.


Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and Uh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
I'm threatening to shoot you in the chest and cause a mess you'll have to clean up.


It's raining raining and it's pouring loud Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
It's raining heavily but I'm still making my way through the crowd confidently.


Uh, I hear the gats go cha-pow Who shot me, damnit? Bitch, get down
I'm jokingly imitating the sound of a gun being fired, making it seem as if I'm a crime victim. Then, I act like I'm still being shot at and tell the offender to get down.


Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh)
When I'm angry, people better stop what they're doing and pay attention. I don't smile when I'm serious.


Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground (uh)
I'm going to defeat other rappers so badly, it will be like they never even existed.


For the sound that me and Timbaland, we found
I'm proud of the unique sound that Timbaland and I developed.


Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now
You want to challenge me? You will lose whether now or in the future.


Uhh one, two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady Timbaland, motherfucker Uh, uh, uh Two, two, two Triple zero
This is a call and response exchange where each person is introducing themselves. They then count to three but end on two several times just to be playful and confusing.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Timothy Mosley, Marshall Mathers, Robert W Parissi, Missy Elliott

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Comments from YouTube:

@empstime4247

Missy and Eminem owe us new collaboration for sure💯🔥🔥

@kinsagamoto

No they don't. It be nice though

@kimchiandquesofresco

Won't happen.

@wendyraymond1751

Missy an em killing it...

@jessepushor9967

w

@robbywallace9402

Bomb ass disk! The lady does not get enough credit. Yes, she gets alot, bit not enough! LEGAND!!!!!!

@MysticMayne

This makes me wish Em made an album produced Timbaland, that would’ve been so on point 20 years ago.

@josephknight5726

Amen. He was vintage on this track. (Both)

@DeaDAss-gi6vp

needed that but , dre selfish lol. em w a 90s album produced by missy, timb >>>

@boroqcat

“This makes me wish Em made an album produced Timbaland, that would be on point right now.”

FTFY

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