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Yeah, yeah
Несчастье любит компанию, пожалуйста, останься на минутку
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Криптонит для лицемера
(What's your name?) Marshall
Закрой рот, если ты его выдаешь, но не можешь его вынести
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
Слишком занят, накуриваясь в своем стеклянном доме
My mother reproduced like a Komodo dragon
Чтобы пинать камни, а потом удивляешься, почему я набрасываюсь
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Мистер Мэзерс, как рекламируют на листовках
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
Так что распространяй информацию, потому что я продвигаю свою страсть, пока не отключусь
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Полностью безмозглый Человек дождя
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
Делаю Bankhead в кресле-фиксаторе
About to explode all over the canvas
Так что, сука, брось на меня взгляд, пусть лучше это будет пустой взгляд
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
Или получи заточку в поджелудочную железу, я злее, чем
(Your music usually has them)
Все восемь оленей вместе с Шефом Кифом
(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
Потому что я ненавижу каждую чертову вещь, да
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
Даже эту рифмованную сучку, и хватит пытаться искать
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
Ибо чертова причина для этого, которой нет
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Но я все еще преступник
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Десятилетний дегенерат хватается за мои гениталии
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Последняя пластинка Мэзерса, которая стала бриллиантовой
Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
На этот раз Я предсказываю, что этот станет изумрудным
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Когда же закончится это безумие, как это может произойти, если
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
Нет метода для блокнота и ручки
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Единственное сообщение, которое я должен спеть, это
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard
Пап, я снова за это
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Сучка (кто твой папочка?)
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Ha-ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and condescending
The king of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, 'cause I sparked a, revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
'Cause its the
It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, we'll give it to you easy, when I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
So (what's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don't give a f-, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
So yeah dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Without me knocking your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of like
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
When their f- parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their f- hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I chuckle
'Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle says don't knock
The door is broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word 'cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out
A completely brain dead Rainman
Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All eight of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
'Cause I hate every f- thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a f- reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a criminal
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP that went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go emerald
When will the madness end, how can it when
There's no method to the pad and pen
The only message that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it again
Bitch (who's your daddy?)
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