(My name is Marshall I'm repping that motherfucking Motor City, bitch) I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet Began to trend-set, murdered the friend's pet Made shit as ill as it can get went in depth Like a fucking vignette and two bars skins wet I'm already covered in sweat I wasn't even ready to come in yet AHH, let me set this drink down Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile And "Rap God" was a freestyle Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on the couch And I'm freestyling now I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul Cause shit I'm thinking about should be illegal I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland Ohi- And went to South Beach with his talents Scream "fuck you" on the way out and wink with a smile This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going back deep underground But right now I'm back on that bullshit and you I'm singling out Cause you're so fucking outdated you should mingle a while What the fuck is this clusterfuck of busters Bunch of Buster Douglas', motherfuckers is one hit wonders One swing and you're crowned Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingling now You think you fucking with me cause you sold like 300 thou Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd And heave a child in a sink hole on Cinco De Mayo When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo Mardi Gras beads in a towel I just made that up I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual But I'll show you a Mexican stand off Between just these two amigos Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking outloud But I sure as fuck think I know how rebody English, no doubt Cause we're trying to kill each other, but lyrically The fuck is humility? What is a real emcee? Royce, he came up in the shit with me Never spit that hustling shit, it wasn't a fit for me Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me Just not giving a fuck and plus with the history And muscular distrophy, it wasn't a mystery Why this middle finger was stuck in this upper-positioning So what in the fuck is a list to me? I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em Heck, man, I get my respect without 'em And really been into diamonds since I put my first record out But I could put a chain around my second album And wear it as a neck medallion Became a millionaire, went downhill from there Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware Screaming life is still unfair til I get a real career The fuck am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling Two gazillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in And a mood to kill till I plow my Coupe de Ville To some children at the food pavilion and Build-A-Bear Warrior's mind, I’m pro-hydrocodone euphoria In the drug emporium line, I'm soaring I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time ignoring the warning signs Full on untill I go four wheeler driving Gory and violent and horrifying You surely won't find a more important With this glorious rhyme with But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up I usually am abusive, but excuse me, m'am I guess I must've threw you for a loop like toucan Sam When I said I could use the sample cause you'se a tramp But look how you react to this trigger like When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam You playing right in Lex Luthor's hands It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan But fuck it, Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed In his pooper with lubricant...wait, that's too, I can't... Since honesty is the best policy I'll give you the old college try Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify As a gentleman and a scholar, but it's time that I swallow pride To say that I'm sorry, sorry that I can't apologize I think of all the times I compromised my bottom lines And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughters minds Then I'm like dollar signs But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke It's more of a knockout than Janay Rice Play nice, bitch, I punch Lana Del Rey right In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight And in plain sight of the elevator surveillance Til her head is banged on the railing Then celebrate with the Ravens Never dated an assailant that self-medicates with inhalants I meditate, but I may need a better way to escape The aggression, rage and the anger Cause them restraints on the ankles Heavyweights and an anchir with handcuffs in chains This ain't enough to contain it But I still get the same respect as Jay if I came on Stage in a fucking negligee everyday and Liz Claiborne Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson Wait, slut your friends, what are they gonna say Cause makeup ain't gonna cover That eye that's seven/eights of the way shut Peppersprayed with your face cut Made my bank like a lay up Of these effing skanks on the way up Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven sent It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches Yes, I said seven, I measured it Seven inches from the floor While I'm standing on the fourth floor balcony Get to sharing when I'm stretching it Bitch, I'm a pimp so a limp dick is all you'll ever get So if she's hesitant to get the hint I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's messing with Eloquent when I tell a chick not to never use sex as a weapon When I step in and beat the wretched wench with a crescent wrench Existential detriments to a lesbian devil In the a presence stench of an estrogen level That separatists like a Chechnian rebel Impressionist with a pencil A pessimist, with his lips pressed against The edge of this Red Bull Pedal to the metal I'm rippin' this shit cause right away I'll give it to a bitch like a pedestrian, deadly as ever You see what kind of effects she has on the opposite sex when I push her flexible little sexy ass through a plate of plexiglass SHADYXV as perplexing as The last fifteen years when I predicted my next relapse When I spit these lyrics so don't look at me weird When I start shifting gears and shit besmears all over Britney Spears And these little Disney queers Who use chicks for beards? Just made that up too... Oh in the Shady 2.0 We wrote in roman numerals like they do for the Super Bowls Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes The flows lose you as usual, so juvenile 2 year old when I go to the studio It's only music but don't be foolish though You don't know me through it ho but you can blow me to it though In my homie's Buick Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you drove me to it When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do And I murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony Stewart In one take, if I fuck up I don't redo it You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it The day I don't say fuck you all, you can throw me through it Rootin' this, tootin' this, shootin' this from the hip With the synonyms, Eminem isn't penning them for the women I'm an enemy to them and the epitome of an inconsiderate idiot But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia They tryna get rid of me gadzooks But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute these raps through And if I catch you doing anything Hindering or prohibiting that after I give me that Tattoo of your lips on my ass I'mma be literally Pickin' up and deliberately whippin' the Statue of Liberty at you WOOOOH!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
