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Исполнитель Eminem

Альбом The Marshall Mathers LP2 (Deluxe)

Год 2013

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But I'm only going to get this one chance

If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble – big trouble –
You were just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell
Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherf**kin' table
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
Let me show you maintaining this sh*t ain't that hard, that hard

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherf**kin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
On the wall of shame
Off of planking, tell me what in the f**k are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for sh*t, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle
We have nothing in common, poodle
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
But I've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
You're pointless as Rapunzel with f**king cornrows
You're like normal, f**k being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s pad
Singin' to a man while they played piano
"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherf**kin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too mainstream
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too
School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
But it's still tongue in cheek, f**k you
I'm drunk so Satan take the f**king wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation
And understand the discrimation
But f**k it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the f**k am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

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Eminem — Rap God

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