作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall MathersWith balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no manHe stands, pen in his hand like Edward ScissorhandsWill slice competition and just goes about his businessAnyone who knows about him knows about his shindigShenanigans, and all the swaggy antics in the papersShank is danglin', the baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'I'm hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shitChild endangerment, dark brain arcane but it Mark Twainin' itYou aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heartAimin' a bar chain but it carve names in itStart sprayin' and start ravin' 'em, you starve, ravin' itYou'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 itYou wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shitMechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in itBut I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of itElephant's eye, this of the tough elementOf intelligent hoodlum, arrested developmentCellar dwellers and wise intelligence, it's elementaryThrough hell I went, accelerate from lack of melaninFailin' in school, smart eloquentHelp me to rebel against shit, so well and bentSo eloquently, yet, I was irrelevantSoon as I quit givin' a **** and started to sell a bitNow just 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 Mike the week later"You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 ChambersSo what they do for the greats? Pick the part of Picasso and make excuses to hateSo you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face, stupidYou ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral, wait (Hm)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers[00:01.000] 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers[00:11.363]With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man[00:13.739]He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands[00:16.375]Will slice competition and just goes about his business[00:18.649]Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig[00:21.158]Shenanigans, and all the swaggy antics in the papers[00:23.656]Shank is danglin', the baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'[00:25.891]I'm hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit[00:28.599]Child endangerment, dark brain arcane but it Mark Twainin' it[00:31.985]You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart[00:33.850]Aimin' a bar chain but it carve names in it[00:35.945]Start sprayin' and start ravin' 'em, you starve, ravin' it[00:38.803]You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it[00:40.701]'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it[00:42.921]You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit[00:45.312]Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it[00:47.614]But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it[00:50.354]Elephant's eye, this of the tough element[00:52.535]Of intelligent hoodlum, arrested development[00:54.597]Cellar dwellers and wise intelligence, it's elementary[00:57.515]Through hell I went, accelerate from lack of melanin[01:00.534]Failin' in school, smart eloquent[01:02.538]Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent[01:04.663]So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant[01:06.654]Soon as I quit givin' a **** and started to sell a bit[01:09.652]Now just travel inside the mind of a hater[01:11.648]'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers[01:13.873]"Kendrick's album was cool but it didn't have any bangers"[01:16.345]"Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer"[01:18.840]"Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse"[01:21.266]"Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger"[01:23.916]"I didn't like the beat so I hated Mike the week later"[01:26.350]You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers[01:28.561]So what they do for the greats? Pick the part of Picasso and make excuses to hate[01:32.645]So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face, stupid[01:35.692]You ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral, wait (Hm)