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  • 作词 : Marshall Mathers/R. Argent
    作曲 : Marshall Mathers/R. Argent
    Yeah, Yeah... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

    (What's your name?) Marshall
    (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
    My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
    And had me on the back of a motorcycle
    Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
    It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
    Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
    About to explode all over the canvas
    Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
    (Your music usually has them)
    (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
    Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)

    A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining

    But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
    Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
    (puke) Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
    Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
    Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..)
    Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
    (It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
    Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD
    So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
    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 mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two ***ts 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
    Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall
    (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder
    (Is he rich like me?) Haha
    (Has he taken, any time, to show 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
    Uh, 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 fla***ng, laughing all the way to the bank
    Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style depar**ent
    With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart
    With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content
    Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding
    The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a
    Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
    Guil-ty, 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?
    Cuz 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, *****
    Cause its the…
    It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
    And this time, I won't 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 ****, but I wonder
    (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, 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 wouldn't probably get one block
    Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault
    Maybe that's why I'm so bananas, I a-ppealed to all those walks
    Of life, Whoever had strife
    Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
    Cause I, related to the struggles
    Of young America when their ******* parents were unaware of their troubles
    Now they're ripping out their ******* hair again, it's hysterical
    I chuckle, as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
    Yeah uh-oh, better beware knuckle-
    Heads, the sign of my hustle
    Says "Don't knock"
    The doors broken, it won't lock
    It might just fly open, get cold-****ed
    You critics come to 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
    Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion until I'm passed out
    Completely brain dead, Rain Man
    Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair
    So, *****, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare
    Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier
    Than all eight other reindeer
    Put together with Chief Keef cause I hate every ******* thing, yeah
    Even this rhyme, *****, and quit trying look for a ******* 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 done 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 send
    Is, Dad, I'm back at it again
    Yeah... (Who's your daddy?)
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Marshall Mathers/R. Argent
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/R. Argent
    [00:03.400]Yeah, Yeah... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
    [00:06.700]
    [00:07.890](What's your name?) Marshall
    [00:10.330](Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
    [00:12.690]My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
    [00:14.390]And had me on the back of a motorcycle
    [00:17.140]Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
    [00:19.280]It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
    [00:21.020]Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
    [00:23.710]About to explode all over the canvas
    [00:25.150]Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
    [00:27.150](Your music usually has them)
    [00:28.900](But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
    [00:30.960]Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
    [00:32.960]
    [00:34.640]A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
    [00:36.630]
    [00:37.260]But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
    [00:39.510]Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
    [00:42.510](puke) Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
    [00:44.700]Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
    [00:46.820]Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..)
    [00:49.640]Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
    [00:52.260](It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
    [00:54.640]Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD
    [00:57.700]So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
    [01:00.320]Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
    [01:01.640]But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
    [01:09.690]Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two ***ts to give
    [01:19.380]Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone
    [01:25.760]Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing
    [01:34.070]Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall
    [01:36.510](Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder
    [01:40.380](Is he rich like me?) Haha
    [01:42.690](Has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live?)
    [01:51.760]NO
    [01:52.480]If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
    [01:55.040]I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad
    [01:58.860]Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens
    [02:01.790]When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
    [02:04.230]Makes you want to get up and start dancing
    [02:06.480]Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping
    [02:08.980]Blue lights fla***ng, laughing all the way to the bank
    [02:11.480]Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style depar**ent
    [02:14.040]With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart
    [02:16.360]With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content
    [02:19.610]Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding
    [02:21.040]The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a
    [02:24.290]Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
    [02:27.480]Guil-ty, cause I sparked a, Revolution
    [02:28.980]Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
    [02:31.480]To take it to the next level, boost it
    [02:33.720]But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it…
    [02:35.720](Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
    [02:38.950]Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
    [02:41.380]That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
    [02:44.010]But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
    [02:46.510]Rappers better stay clear of me, *****
    [02:48.010]Cause its the…
    [02:48.60]It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
    [02:56.76]And this time, I won't give it to you easy
    [03:00.89]When I take back what's mine with pleasured hands
    [03:06.21]And torture everyone, that is my plan
    [03:10.29]My job here isn't done
    [03:12.78]Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing So
    [03:21.06](What's your name?) Shady
    [03:23.79](Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a ****, but I wonder
    [03:26.72](Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
    [03:29.55](Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
    [03:39.00]So yeah, Dad, let's walk
    [03:40.64]Let's have us a father and son talk
    [03:42.54]But I bet we wouldn't probably get one block
    [03:44.28]Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault
    [03:47.51]Maybe that's why I'm so bananas, I a-ppealed to all those walks
    [03:50.34]Of life, Whoever had strife
    [03:52.18]Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
    [03:54.07]Cause I, related to the struggles
    [03:56.02]Of young America when their ******* parents were unaware of their troubles
    [03:58.75]Now they're ripping out their ******* hair again, it's hysterical
    [04:01.30]I chuckle, as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
    [04:03.64]Yeah uh-oh, better beware knuckle-
    [04:05.35]Heads, the sign of my hustle
    [04:07.04]Says "Don't knock"
    [04:07.88]The doors broken, it won't lock
    [04:09.42]It might just fly open, get cold-****ed
    [04:11.36]You critics come to pay me a visit?
    [04:12.96]Misery loves company, please stay a minute
    [04:14.36]Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip
    [04:16.80]If you dish it but can't take it, too busy getting
    [04:18.69]Stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
    [04:22.42]Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion until I'm passed out
    [04:28.04]Completely brain dead, Rain Man
    [04:29.49]Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair
    [04:31.33]So, *****, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare
    [04:33.87]Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier
    [04:35.63]Than all eight other reindeer
    [04:36.97]Put together with Chief Keef cause I hate every ******* thing, yeah
    [04:40.41]Even this rhyme, *****, and quit trying look for a ******* reason for it that ain't there
    [04:44.49]But I still am a "Criminal!"
    [04:45.50]Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
    [04:47.57]The last Mathers LP done went diamond, this time I'm predicting this one will go emerald
    [04:52.84]When will the madness end, how can it when
    [04:54.09]There's no method to the pad and pen
    [04:55.69]The only message that I have to send
    [04:57.88]Is, Dad, I'm back at it again
    [05:00.62]Yeah... (Who's your daddy?)