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作词 : Luis Resto/M Mathers/R. Montgomery/D. Wickliffe/J. Ortiz |
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作曲 : Luis Resto/M Mathers/R. Montgomery/D. Wickliffe/J. Ortiz |
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(Intro: Eminem) |
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And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes) |
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I do my best to try to block it (Redrum) |
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I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb) |
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I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam) |
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(Chorus: Eminem) |
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I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill" |
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I had no other choice that was left except fill |
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My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil |
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He wants me to murder this beat, so I will |
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He told me there are doubters who question my skill |
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They wanna put my style to the test, am I still |
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The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill |
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If you want me to murder this beat, then I will" |
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(Verse 1: Royce da 5'9") |
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I'm a long way away from where you are in skill |
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Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin' four-inch heels |
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She on the orange pill |
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And she about to start taking off layers like orange peels |
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Sacha Baron Cohen, Ferrell, where am I going with this? |
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Oh yeah, I bar at will |
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And when you throw the iron in it, I'm all that still |
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The truth for real, I'm real true, call that trill |
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This is my house, this place is mine |
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Posted on any corner on any coast I'm on |
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You niggas need to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone |
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Terror to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain |
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Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone |
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Elite beatboxer minus the raps |
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Rollin' with at least three choppers, Ryan is that |
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I literally keep three shottas |
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I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter minus the cap |
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(Chorus: Eminem) |
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I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill" |
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I had no other choice that was left except fill |
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My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil |
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He wants me to murder this beat, so I will |
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He told me there are doubters who question my skill |
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They wanna put my style to the test, am I still |
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The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill |
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If you want me to murder this beat, then I will" |
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(Verse 2: KXNG Crooked) |
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Manslaughter goons under the moonlight |
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John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like |
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Ayy, bruh, I go ham for dead presidents |
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And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic |
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Why would you irrelevant ****s want to rebel against us |
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Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched? |
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Knowing you never been rushed by the most ignorant niggas invented |
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Them niggas that'll send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusks |
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Your teeth gone like you been on some meth and some dust forever |
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I see you, my niggas call me "The Enemy Watcher" |
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The minute we spot ya, the semi'll pop, nigga, we got ya |
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I'm livin' to conquer, remember the mantra, I'm grippin' the launcher |
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Like Em and the Doctor with no guilty conscience |
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I'm still shockin' like droppin' a boombox in bathwater |
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More shockin' than a pissed off Blanka |
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(Verse 3: Joell Ortiz) |
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I just finished ****in' a fish called Wanda |
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I'm finna wander off into yonder |
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Beyond just mentally stronger, memory monster |
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I remember the sponsorin' thought that conquered his triple entendre |
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You the cross of a unicorn and The Unabomber |
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Quit horsin' around in this building or you a goner |
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Your Willy Wonka persona won't help you any longer |
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I'm Optimus, I make prime examples of mini Tonkas |
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Hogtie your squad and go bonkers |
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Spin, grab Denaun's guitar and Honky Tonk ya |
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All your bars subpar like good golfers |
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I put a hole in one of you birdies with this Eagle and launch it (Pew) |
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(Chorus: Eminem) |
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I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill" |
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I had no other choice that was left except fill |
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My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil |
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He wants me to murder this beat, so I will |
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He told me there are doubters who question my skill |
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They wanna put my style to the test, am I still |
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The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill |
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If you want me to murder this beat, then I will" |
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(Verse 4: Eminem) |
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Now this will probably be the most illest shit that I've ever said |
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God bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil lead |
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They called me a sped and said that I had a messed up head |
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'Cause I said, "Mother**** school," and instead went to special ed |
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Sippin' Bacardi and lime I start to recollect on the time |
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That I startled my mom and had her scared to death |
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Word to Method Man |
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She heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patio |
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She was like, "What the heck was that?" |
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She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deck |
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Then I jumped out with a sword and yelled, "Protect your neck" |
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Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneel |
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Better yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always |
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Rejoice in the sound of my voice, but you don't have a choice |
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Just a third of my will will overpower yours |
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Using about a fourth to create the amount of force |
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It'll take to knock out a horse like a tranq full of Tylenol |
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Enter my house of horrors with a thousand floors |
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Got a crown of thorns, but it won't fit around the horns |
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But I'ma keep it a buck like a dollar store |
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I'm more than you bargained for and I am far more worse |
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Than a forty-some bar Lord Jamar verse |
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Nothing means more than respect, so when I curse |
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You could say I swore to protect |
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My image, I have zero time or regard for |
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A never-was, been claiming rap when it's not yours |
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If it was anyone's house, G Rap and Rakim would be havin' you mop floors |
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Run-DMC would be havin' you cleanin' sinks |
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Yeah, your group was off the chain, but you were the weakest link |
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Rest of these youngins of mine |
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Time to start throwing some shade, this time I'm shutting the blinds |
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'Cause when I'm looking at y'all, shit, it's no wonder it's why |
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I need a visor, 'cause y'all are just sons in my eyes |
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Born a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in it |
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Next door to an abortion clinic |
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Newborn infants tortured and tormented |
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With their foreheads dented when they drop 'cause the floor's cemented |
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Their corpses get ornamented |
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The coroner with a storage bin rented |
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To store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin' |
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Distorted, twisted, this isn't no storybook ending |
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This is only the beginning |
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So, Lord, forgive me, I'm hearing voices |
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I can't ignore them anymore, they're winning |
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(Chorus: Eminem) |
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I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill" |
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I had no other choice that was left except fill |
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My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil |
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He wants me to murder this beat, so I will |
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He told me there are doubters who question my skill |
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They wanna put my style to the test, am I still |
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The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill |
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If you want me to murder this beat, then I will" |
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(Outro: Eminem) |
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And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes) |
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I do my best to try to block it (Redrum) |
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I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb) |
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I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam) |
