[00:00.000] 作词 : Carlisle, Holton, Johnson ...
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/DeShaun Dupree Holton/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Von Carlisle/Denaun Porter/Mark Bass/Jeff Bass
[00:00.000]Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le
[00:04.980]Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation:)
[00:09.950]So you can suck my **** if you don't like my sh1t
[00:14.910]'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
[00:20.160]Two p1lls I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
[00:23.300]I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
[00:25.100]A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back
[00:27.610]Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants
[00:29.980]I'm like a mommy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin'
[00:32.410]And frightened with five little white V1codin p1lls bitin' him
[00:35.390]I'm like a fvxkin' wasp in the hospital, lost
[00:37.350]Stingin' the fvxk outta everything I come across in the halls
[00:40.170]I light a candle and place it up on the mantel
[00:42.370]Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fvxkin' handle
[00:45.030]So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
[00:47.170](*****, it's too late)
[00:47.850]'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
[00:49.680]I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
[00:52.270]Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
[00:54.670]Accused for every crime known through the equator
[00:57.260]They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators
[00:59.710]My wxxd'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and
[01:02.320]I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
[01:04.650]With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do sh1t on purpose
[01:08.120]You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
[01:09.530]I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, n1gga, face it
[01:12.590]That wxxd I sold to you, Brigade laced it
[01:14.500]You hidin', I make the President get a facelift
[01:17.030]N1ggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
[01:19.640]Chillin' in the lab wasted, I'm the type
[01:21.780]That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
[01:24.340]Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight
[01:26.770]And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
[01:29.150]So you can suck my **** if you don't like my sh1t
[01:34.060]'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
[01:39.000]'Cause I don't give a fvxk if you don't like my sh1t
[01:43.960]'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
[01:49.320]I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
[01:51.750]Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers
[01:54.330]Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired
[01:56.740]Jxxkin' my **** off in a bed of barbed wire
[01:59.040](Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) *****, didn't you read the flyer?
[02:01.600]The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
[02:04.180](Aren't you a male dancer?) No, *****, I'm retired
[02:06.560]Fvxkin' your ***** in the ass with a tire iron
[02:09.330]I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
[02:11.180]My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
[02:13.790]Lettin' the record skip, lettin' the record skip (Damn!)
[02:19.280]I'm fvxkin' anything when I'm snortin'
[02:21.190]It's gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
[02:23.960]Some ***** asked for my autograph
[02:26.100]I called her a whxre, spit beer in her face and laughed
[02:29.050]I drop bombs like I was in V1xxnam
[02:31.090]All *****es is hoes, even my stinking-ass mom
[02:33.410]Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
[02:37.100]Wxxd laced with somethin' – N1gga, pass that!
[02:39.580]In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
[02:42.090]At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats
[02:44.650]BMI on publishin'; get yo' ass capped
[02:47.000]The Kuniva, divide up yo' cash stack
[02:49.530]Run yo' motherfvxkin' pockets, ASAP
[02:51.990]I don't need a platinum chain, *****, I snatched Shaq's
[02:54.490]Born loser, half thief and half black
[02:57.000]Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
[02:59.350]***** smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
[03:01.990]And found chopped up in a trash bag
[03:03.270]We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
[03:05.800]'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
[03:08.340]Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
[03:10.920]Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums
[03:13.460]I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
[03:15.630]Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
[03:18.450]Get executed, 'cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth
[03:21.090]And it's polluted; I **** it back, then shoot it
[03:23.330]I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers
[03:25.740]Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
[03:28.530]Brigade barricade to bring the noise
[03:30.460]While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
[03:33.000]If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
[03:35.580]A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo!"
[03:38.430]I leave ya face leakin', run up in church
[03:40.210]And smack the preacher while he's preachin'
[03:41.540]Take a swing at the deacon
[03:43.030]I used to tell cats that I sold wxxd and weight
[03:45.410]I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' them shake
[03:47.630]I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
[03:50.160]I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
[03:52.560]With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
[03:55.330]I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
[03:57.810]In cahoots with this n1gga named Carlisle Von
[03:59.960]Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
[04:02.460](Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun
[04:04.950]Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
[04:07.530]Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
[04:10.040]Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
[04:12.390]Born straight up out a ***** but a son of a gun
[04:14.820]Got a reputation for havin' n1ggas runnin' they funds
[04:17.280]Used to be the type of n1gga that was foldin' some ones
[04:19.810]'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough
[04:22.030]So you can suck my **** if you don't like my sh1t
[04:27.280]'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
[04:32.190]'Cause I don't give a fvxk if you don't like my shit
[04:37.130]'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
[04:42.610]Ha-ha! Suck my motherfvxkin' ****!
[04:49.510]D12, Dirty-motherfvxkin'-Dozen
[04:57.660]Nasty like a stank slvt ***** with thirty fvxkin' husbands
[05:04.060]Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis
[05:12.030]The Kuniva, Dirty Harry, and Slim Shady

作词 : Carlisle, Holton, Johnson ...
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/DeShaun Dupree Holton/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Von Carlisle/Denaun Porter/Mark Bass/Jeff Bass
Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le
Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation:)
So you can suck my **** if you don't like my sh1t
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
Two p1lls I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back
Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mommy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin'
And frightened with five little white V1codin p1lls bitin' him
I'm like a fvxkin' wasp in the hospital, lost
Stingin' the fvxk outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantel
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fvxkin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
(*****, it's too late)
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators
My wxxd'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do sh1t on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, n1gga, face it
That wxxd I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the President get a facelift
N1ggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab wasted, I'm the type
That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
So you can suck my **** if you don't like my sh1t
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
'Cause I don't give a fvxk if you don't like my sh1t
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired
Jxxkin' my **** off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) *****, didn't you read the flyer?
The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) No, *****, I'm retired
Fvxkin' your ***** in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip, lettin' the record skip (Damn!)
I'm fvxkin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some ***** asked for my autograph
I called her a whxre, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in V1xxnam
All *****es is hoes, even my stinking-ass mom
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Wxxd laced with somethin' – N1gga, pass that!
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats
BMI on publishin'; get yo' ass capped
The Kuniva, divide up yo' cash stack
Run yo' motherfvxkin' pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, *****, I snatched Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
***** smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag
We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, 'cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth
And it's polluted; I **** it back, then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo!"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon
I used to tell cats that I sold wxxd and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' them shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this n1gga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a ***** but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' n1ggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of n1gga that was foldin' some ones
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough
So you can suck my **** if you don't like my sh1t
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
'Cause I don't give a fvxk if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
Ha-ha! Suck my motherfvxkin' ****!
D12, Dirty-motherfvxkin'-Dozen
Nasty like a stank slvt ***** with thirty fvxkin' husbands
Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Dirty Harry, and Slim Shady