作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers With balls, in his durag he sags, fearin' no man He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands Will slice his competition and just goes about his business Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin' And hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit Child endangerment, dark brain arcane with it, Mark Twainin' it You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it Start sprayin' and stark ravin' on beef, starved, cravin' it You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it 'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it But I can show you the ropes till you get the hang of it Elephantiasis of the nuts, element Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent since elementary Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin Failin' in school, smart eloquent Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant Soon as I quit givin' a ****, I started to sell a bit Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater 'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers "Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger I didn't like the beat, so I hated "Might Delete Later" You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers It's what they do to the greats Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral wake (Hmm)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers [00:01.000] 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers [00:11.644] With balls, in his durag he sags, fearin' no man [00:14.010] He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands [00:16.415] Will slice his competition and just goes about his business [00:18.915] Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig [00:21.264] Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers [00:23.733] Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin' [00:26.383] And hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit [00:29.206] Child endangerment, dark brain arcane with it, Mark Twainin' it [00:32.093] You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart [00:33.995] Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it [00:36.069] Start sprayin' and stark ravin' on beef, starved, cravin' it [00:38.710] You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it [00:40.904] 'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it [00:43.211] You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit [00:45.571] Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it [00:48.047] But I can show you the ropes till you get the hang of it [00:50.539] Elephantiasis of the nuts, element [00:52.692] Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development [00:55.059] Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent since elementary [00:57.945] Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin [01:00.671] Failin' in school, smart eloquent [01:02.345] Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent [01:04.749] So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant [01:07.143] Soon as I quit givin' a ****, I started to sell a bit [01:09.816] Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater [01:11.878] 'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers [01:14.300] "Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers [01:16.705] Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer [01:19.091] Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse [01:21.610] Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger [01:23.905] I didn't like the beat, so I hated "Might Delete Later" [01:26.281] You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers [01:28.980] It's what they do to the greats [01:30.346] Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate [01:32.641] So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face [01:35.014] Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral wake (Hmm)
