[00:00.00] 作词 : Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/E. Sermon/P Smith/T. Epps/K. Rutling
[00:00.15] 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 ****ed 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, b***h
[00:36.81]Fakin', shit, 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 ****ing 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]B***h, 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 shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
[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 ****ers 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 b***h
[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., mother****er, 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 b***h, you ain't break no rules
[01:57.80]High school, b*****s ate your food
[01:59.47]Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool
[02:01.28]B*****s hate every day, B (yeah)
[02:03.67]Shit 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 niggas 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]****ing 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 shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
[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 d**k
[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 ****ing 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 ****ing 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 shit 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 shit I wrote you
[04:25.16]Then I took a stand went at tan face
[04:26.96]And practically cut my ****ing fan base in half and still outsold you
[04:29.60]You just called my shit 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 ****ing embryonic sac
[04:45.42]To the bodybag, I'll be back
[04:46.69]And when I am, I'll be at your ****ing throat like—
[04:49.04]Like chloraseptic

[00:00.29] Okay, (fack) how do I say this? (Fack)
[00:03.18] Last year (fack) didn't work out so well for me (fack)
[00:06.16] (Fack last year) (fack) (last year can eat a dick)
[00:08.34] 2018, (fack) well (fack)
[00:10.73] Hah, yeah, I'm a fuckin' kamikaze crashin' into everything
[00:14.85] You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing
[00:17.87] I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G, Duck Alert
[00:20.85] Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bedsheet and the comforter
[00:23.99] Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass
[00:26.99] I'll ride through your cul-de-sac
[00:28.23] Window cracked, bumpin' your reference tracks
[00:29.76] You-you collaborative effort rap
[00:31.10] I-I have never said his raps
[00:32.87] O-Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap
[00:34.79] And ruined your welcome mat
[00:35.62] So spit that shit from the heart
[00:37.28] You didn't write like you wrote it (wrote it)
[00:38.50] While I teabag the microphone 'cause I go nuts on it (on it)
[00:41.76] Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that'll strike any moment
[00:44.24] Headed right at opponents and I am the fucking pilot that flown it
[00:47.36] I'm 'bout to
[00:47.97] Smash into everyone
[00:49.58] Crash into everything
[00:50.84] Back and I've just begun, fack 2017
[00:54.07] Fack, fack on everyone
[00:55.37] Fack, fack on everyone
[00:56.98] Fack, fack on everyone
[00:58.44] I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
[00:59.83] Smash into everyone
[01:01.39] Crash like an F-15
[01:02.96] Damage already done
[01:04.43] Y'all should've let me be
[01:05.87] Fack, fack on everyone
[01:07.43] Fack, fack on everyone
[01:09.07] Fack, fack on everyone
[01:10.50] I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
[01:11.68] I turned to rap 'cause it made me feel tough when I wasn't (wasn't)
[01:14.83] From the moment I heard rap was cussin', I was in (was in)
[01:17.77] Which is why I identify with the guy
[01:19.37] Who I was invented by, Dre's Frankenstein
[01:20.82] Energized like a nine volt, ice cold like Snake Eyes
[01:22.99] Twice in a row on a dice roll
[01:24.04] But if the only reason I blowed is 'cause I'm white though
[01:26.62] Why don't every other white rapper sell what I sold? (Ooh)
[01:29.28] Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note
[01:31.42] Here come the guys in white coats tryin' to stop me
[01:33.44] 'Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes
[01:35.94] 'Cause I'm takin' y'all with me when I go cyclone
[01:37.83] I don't think this typhoon's letting up any time soon, here I go
[01:40.50] Eyes closed, blindfolded, I'm 'bout to
[01:42.09] Smash into everyone
[01:43.20] Crash into everything
[01:44.77] Back and I've just begun, fack 2017
[01:47.97] Fack, fack on everyone
[01:49.33] Fack, fack on everyone
[01:50.85] Fack, fack on everyone
[01:52.45] I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
[01:54.02] Smash into everyone
[01:55.37] Crash like an F-15
[01:56.99] Damage already done
[01:58.40] Y'all should've let me be
[01:59.95] Fack, fack on everyone
[02:01.31] Fack, fack on everyone
[02:03.18] Fack, fack on everyone
[02:04.27] I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
[02:05.87] Smash
[02:08.47] Kamikaze, kamikaze
[02:10.43] Kami, kami-kaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze
[02:15.70] Take a look at what I've done
[02:17.03] I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing
[02:20.00] There is no way we ever air that shit again, I guarantee that
[02:23.12] Wait, that shit was so ass
[02:24.43] It's something we wouldn't dare re-air it
[02:26.44] Shit's embarrassing, as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare
[02:29.34] In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher
[02:32.52] Each nut is the chair width of an Acorn stairlift, beware of me
[02:35.66] Lyrically I'm terrible, better get your lyrics prepared
[02:38.39] Richard Ramirez is here
[02:39.66] Serial killin' every beat there is, but wait
[02:42.29] Wait, got the eeriest feelin', somethin' evil is lurkin'
[02:45.97] I'm no conspiracy theorist, but somethin' here is a foot
[02:49.45] Oh yeah, it's my dick
[02:50.38] Get the measurin' stick (what?)
[02:52.35] Twelve inches of wood (haha)
[02:53.53] Wait, but I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G, Duck Alert
[02:56.82] And I've come to pay respects 'cause if you sleep, you're fucked
[02:59.38] Other words, you get laid to rest
[03:01.48] And I hope your butt is hurt
[03:02.74] Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book
[03:06.17] You got some views, but you're still below me
[03:08.66] Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked
[03:12.55] And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook
[03:15.50] And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth
[03:19.17] And you know I've always spoke the truth
[03:21.52] You lyin' through your teeth so much, you broke a tooth
[03:24.47] And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do
[03:26.93] When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you
[03:30.98] And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do
[03:33.01] Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot
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