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Yeah, Yeah... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
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(What's your name?) Marshall |
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(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one |
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My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon |
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And had me on the back of a motorcycle |
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Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco |
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It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun |
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Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum |
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About to explode all over the canvas |
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Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm |
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(Your music usually has them) |
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(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't |
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Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan) |
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A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining |
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But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and |
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Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting |
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(puke) Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk |
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Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog |
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Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..) |
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Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small |
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(It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls |
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Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD |
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So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card |
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Hip hop ain't dying on my watch |
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But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams |
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Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give |
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Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone |
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Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing |
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Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall |
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(Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder |
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(Is he rich like me?) Haha |
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(Has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live?) |
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NO |
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If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad |
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I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad |
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Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens |
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When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and |
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Makes you want to get up and start dancing |
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Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping |
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Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank |
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Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department |
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With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart |
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With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content |
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Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding |
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The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a |
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Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea |
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Guil-ty, cause I sparked a, Revolution |
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Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap |
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To take it to the next level, boost it |
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But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it… |
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(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me? |
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Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns |
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That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep? |
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But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper |
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Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch |
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Cause its the… |
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It's the time of the season, when hate runs high |
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And this time, I won't give it to you easy |
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When I take back what's mine with pleasured hands |
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And torture everyone, that is my plan |
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My job here isn't done |
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Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing So |
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(What's your name?) Shady |
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(Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder |
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(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha |
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(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?) |
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So yeah, Dad, let's walk |
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Let's have us a father and son talk |
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But I bet we wouldn't probably get one block |
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Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault |
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Maybe that's why I'm so bananas, I a-ppealed to all those walks |
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Of life, Whoever had strife |
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Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like |
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Cause I, related to the struggles |
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Of young America when their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles |
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Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, it's hysterical |
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I chuckle, as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles |
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Yeah uh-oh, better beware knuckle- |
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Heads, the sign of my hustle |
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Says "Don't knock" |
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The doors broken, it won't lock |
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It might just fly open, get cold-cocked |
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You critics come to pay me a visit? |
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Misery loves company, please stay a minute |
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Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip |
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If you dish it but can't take it, too busy getting |
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Stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out |
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Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion until I'm passed out |
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Completely brain dead, Rain Man |
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Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair |
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So, bitch, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare |
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Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier |
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Than all eight other reindeer |
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Put together with Chief Keef cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah |
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Even this rhyme, bitch, and quit trying look for a fucking reason for it that ain't there |
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But I still am a "Criminal!" |
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Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my genitals |
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The last Mathers LP done went diamond, this time I'm predicting this one will go emerald |
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When will the madness end, how can it when |
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There's no method to the pad and pen |
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The only message that I have to send |
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Is, Dad, I'm back at it again |
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Yeah... (Who's your daddy?) |
