[00:00.000] 作词 : Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/E. Sermon/P Smith/T. Epps/K. Rutling
[00:00.015] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/E. Sermon/P Smith/T. Epps/K. Rutling
[00:00.30]2 Chainz, yeah, yeah
[00:02.45]Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacle
[00:05.30]It's the return of the body snatcher
[00:07.01]Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (woo!)
[00:09.42]In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's Apple
[00:12.39]Pull up in the candy car eatin' a candy bar
[00:14.64]And my girl eatin' a candy apple
[00:15.84]Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
[00:19.29]All of these stones on my neck (uh)
[00:21.04]They must have looked at Medusa
[00:22.68]Pockets Rasputia of course
[00:23.95]I drove some rims to court, I *********** some twins before
[00:26.48]I had a Benz before
[00:27.75]This is the sin report
[00:29.08]This is the murder murder, pass the burner, Em
[00:31.23]Your money shorter than an acronym
[00:32.94]Big body when I'm backin' in
[00:34.69]Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, *****
[00:36.81]Fakin', *****, human traffickin' (woo)
[00:38.89]I'm on the Act again, this ain't a accident
[00:41.95]King like Ak-ron
[00:43.77]I run the trap again
[00:44.96]You on the treadmill (treadmill)
[00:46.94]Never, Neverland *******t came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)
[00:50.75]Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car
[00:53.58]Most of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JR
[00:56.08]F-12 same color Kate Moss, ugh
[00:58.39]I'm talkin' wrist in the pot
[00:59.60]I'm talkin' this and you not
[01:00.85]I'm talkin' bricks and you not
[01:02.16]I'm talkin' straight up and down
[01:03.50]*****, like 6 o'clock
[01:04.90]This is the equinox, this what the people want
[01:07.49]Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh
[01:10.58]I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic
[01:13.12]And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with
[01:17.65]This *******t I wrote is on some next *******t, next *******t
[01:21.09]I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
[01:25.36]Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
[01:27.86]These ******* got flavors
[01:28.76]They all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no labor
[01:30.51]But they shoppin' at , they stingin' like tasers
[01:32.21]Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
[01:34.00]They fly on the latest
[01:34.80]Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters
[01:36.65]Pardon my neighbor, we eatin'
[01:38.14]That chicken, lobster, potatoes
[01:39.44]You must be sniffin' that yayo
[01:40.64]If you don't think I'm that *****
[01:41.98]Swagger on 10 since a day old
[01:43.40]It's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayo
[01:45.51]Every track is a K.O., *********** *****, K.O
[01:47.79]Go off your head like I'm Ayo
[01:49.10]Out of this world, talkin' NATO
[01:50.44]It's 'cos of jail, don't be an A-hole
[01:52.08]'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord
[01:54.36]Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues
[01:56.49]Real *****, you ain't break no rules
[01:57.80]High school, *****s ate your food
[01:59.47]Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
[02:01.28]*****s hate every day, B (yeah)
[02:03.67]*******t is O.C. lately (yeah)
[02:05.25]Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)
[02:07.09]Or I might go crazy (yeah)
[02:08.84]These *****s too goddamn lazy
[02:10.32]Don't ever, ever, ever try to play me
[02:12.12]Lil' shawty now comin' from BK
[02:13.87]But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z
[02:15.75]Nothin' but love from my heart
[02:17.41]I feel entitled to titles
[02:19.15]*********** it, man, I want the title
[02:20.91]My mission is
[02:21.96]I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic
[02:24.70]And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with
[02:28.25]This *******t I wrote is on some next *******t, next *******t
[02:31.72]I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
[02:36.01]Bin Laden with a pen, body it again
[02:38.44]I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been
[02:40.21]Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
[02:41.97]Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
[02:43.76]In the lobby of the Intercontinental
[02:45.18]With an obvious intent
[02:45.96]And I will not even relent up on a little
[02:47.22]Like Osama with a bomb under the bin
[02:48.56]And down the middle of the Pentagon
[02:49.84]And hit a kindergartener with a rental, stop!
[02:51.21]Back and forth, back and forth
[02:52.63]Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court
[02:54.33]Rap mature, why can't you be like Macklemore? Huh?
[02:57.35]Why you always gotta smack a whore?
[02:58.70]It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort
[03:00.73]Something's gotta give, that's for sure
[03:03.19]Yet you keep comin' back for more
[03:04.67]Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water" sucks
[03:07.67]*******, suck my ***********
[03:08.64]Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it
[03:11.04]So you formed your verdict
[03:11.97]While you sat with your arms crossed
[03:13.44]Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)
[03:16.06]Nah, dog, y'all sayin' I lost it, your ***********' marbles are gone
[03:19.35]But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same
[03:21.78]Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration out of hate
[03:25.69]Real pain in the paper, I don't trace
[03:27.48]But if I look strange and out of place
[03:29.64]It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space, yeah
[03:32.93]From 7 Mile in Novara
[03:35.06]To "How can I be down?" all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)
[03:38.05]We shot for the stars, yeah
[03:39.28]'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)
[03:41.54]So rewind it to your high school dance
[03:43.40]To the night before
[03:44.35]If you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)
[03:46.03]Now I'm 'bout to fool again
[03:47.20]This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
[03:48.84]A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip
[03:50.59]And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus
[03:52.38]Of your Hooter's chick
[03:53.27]If I was you I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in
[03:56.06]I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
[03:57.72]Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed
[03:59.48]Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it
[04:01.12]How many ***********' rappers did I go through?
[04:03.15]I spelled out and you won't admit I smoked
[04:04.81]And you was spellbound, hell bound in my snowsuit
[04:06.60]But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?
[04:08.96]'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now
[04:10.68]And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down
[04:12.56]But the only way I care is if I let myself down
[04:14.13]But what the *********** have I awoke to?
[04:15.60]Time to eat the vocals and *******t out Pro Tools
[04:17.37]I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?
[04:19.04]Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out open
[04:20.76]Fire on your whole camp with this spit I wrote you
[04:22.56]So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the *******t I wrote you
[04:25.16]Then I took a stand went at tan face
[04:26.96]And practically cut my *********in' fan base in half and still outsold you
[04:29.60]You just called my *******t trash
[04:31.36]Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
[04:33.16]"Revival's wack, I don't like the "Zombie" track
[04:34.88]Or when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap
[04:36.75]Where's your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?
[04:38.40]P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (yeah)
[04:40.46]I just added to the fuel in my rocket pack
[04:41.93]'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em
[04:43.66]Idiotic from the ***********' embryonic sac
[04:45.42]To the bodybag, I'll be back
[04:46.69]And when I am, I'll be at your ***********' throat like—
[04:49.04]Like chloraseptic