That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back

I murder a rhyme, one word at a time
You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine
You better get rid of that 9, it ain’t gonna help
What good’s it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I’m waitin’ for Hell, like hell, shit, I’m anxious as hell
Manson, you’re safe in that cell, be thankful it’s jail
I used to be my mommy’s little angel at twelve
Thirteen, I was puttin’ shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
‘Til I cut a kitten’s head off and stuck it in this kid’s mailbox
(Hey Ma’, Ma’!)
I used to give a fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of success? It sucks, too much press
I’m stressed, too much cess, depressed, too upset
It’s just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (Yes)
Grew up quick (No), was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say’s right
You think of my name now whenever you say, “Hi”
Became a commodity ’cause I’m W-H-I-
T-E, ‘cause MTV was so friendly
To me, can’t wait ’til Kim sees me
Now, is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips, bitch! What, my mouth isn’t workin’?
You hear this finger? Oh, it’s upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now

That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (Shady!)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back

I take each individual degenerate’s head and reach into it
Just to see if he’s influenced by me, if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit, he’s an innocent victim
And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
[*Scratches*] My name is Slim Shady
I been crazy way before radio didn’t play me
The sensational [*scratch*] “Back is the incredible!”
With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible
It’s Ken Kaniff on the Internet
Tryin’ to lure your kids with him into bed
It’s a sick world we live in these days
“Slim, for Pete’s sakes, put down Christopher Reeve’s legs!”
Geez, you guys are so sensitive
“Slim, it’s a touchy subject, try and just don’t mention it.”
Mind with no sense in it, fried schizophrenic
Whose eyes get so squinted, I’m blind from smoke in ’em
With my windows tinted
With nine limos rented, doin’ lines of coke in ’em
With a bunch of guys hoppin’ out, all high and indo-scented
And that’s where I get my name from, that’s why they call me—

They call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back (Back)

I take seven kids from Columbine, stand ’em all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9
A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
And that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
‘Cause I’m Shady, they call me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N’Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y’all think
Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings?
It’s why I tend to block out when I hear things
‘Cause all these fans screamin’ is makin’ my ears ring (Ah!)
So I just throw up a middle finger and let it linger
Longer than the rumor that I was stickin’ it to Christina
‘Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
It’d be Jennifer Lopez and, Puffy, you know this
I’m sorry, Puff, but I don’t give a fuck
If this chick was my own mother, I’d still fuck her with no rubber
And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother
At the same time and just say that it ain’t mine—what’s my name?

I’m Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back
They call me Slim Shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back), I’m back

Guess who’s b-back, back
Gue-gue-guess who’s back (hi, Mom!)
[*scratch*] Guess who’s back
[*scratch*] Gue— [*scratch*] guess who’s back
D-12 [*scratch*] guess who’s back
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who’s back
Dr. Dre [*scratch*] guess who’s back
Back back [*scratch*] back [*scratch*]
Slim Shady, 2001
I’m blew out from this blunt [*sighs*] fuck