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歌词编辑：MC明哲
Eminem: Verse 1
(Gun loading)
Nah (nah).....we ain't done
I love being hated, it's great it, let's me know that I made it
I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world
Only lets me know that i'm loved by so many other mother fuckers
That hate you in this buzz, cos you keep fuckin wit us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pulling the rug from up under you, and what's even more fucked up
Is we enjoy doing what were doing so much
There ain't nothing that we love more than pulling your skirts up
And exposin you hoes so much people are starting to wonder
Whats up with the fuckin "Wonder Woman" underalls
Do onto others as you will have done onto you
So who the fuck you mothafuckas gonna run to
When someone runs up wit a mask and puts a gun to you (Gun cocking)
You will ask yourself how come your mans didn't empty the last round that he had
In "Curtis Jackson's" ass while he had the chance
You keep asking us to keep it on wax, but we can't
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless you can sense the tension
Start building soon as we enter the "106 and Park" building
Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to god if someone so much as even
Touches one of my people i'll put a million on his head
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
But I rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it aint because I'm a bitch it's cuz I aint a bitch
I don't endanger people that I'm with, I'm a general
I aint "Bush" I don't send my soldiers to war if I ain't there
In the middle of this shit with em, so when I do get em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you be fuckin with a...
[Swifty: Verse 2]
...A beat keeper, so you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That'll eat ya, Niggas wanna keep speaking, Like it ain't even that deep.
I got heat that'll sweep a niggas streets, so ya wouldn't fuck with me neither
Only heaven can help ya, I be searching for ya longer than "The Legend of Zelda" (Ha!)
Without a failure, it's gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a Basset Hound couldn't even smell ya.
Body wanna hide ya, I'll be on that mob shit,
You another hopper under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon with (*explosion*)
On tactic, I'll snatch your head like one Saddamn's men
[Obie Trice: Verse 3]
Mathafucka I'll handle you, we can have it out on any avenue
An "Average Man", flipped into an animal
Shoot out ya mandibles, cannons and ammunition reload
With precision nigga know the mechanicals
Break the Pistol down you should see them handles
The streets taught the child no read up manuals
Pushing crack valves, young "Nino Brown"
Chasing green is the dream when you're young and brown.
Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
A "Dozen Dirty" niggaz and they all get down
I'll solve any problem that enlarge when I was with revolvers used to laugh "bring me down" (Gunshot) C'mon!
[Kuniva: Verse 4]
While you punching' and tackling' punks
I'm handling' chumps, packing' the pump
That's longer than the elephant's trunk.
On the streets I'm "the beast", I'll feast
Upon the weak, so speak "beef"
I'll shoot you and scream "Increase the peace!" (*explosion*)
The monster, pistol packing', pushing' niggaz off they "Hondas"
Stomp ya, get it cracking' yanking' bitches for they Ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mamma beat me enough
When she was sleeping and stuff
I was stealing the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up! Before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets taking a nap bleeding and locked up
You want what? Like "M Bleak" with this Heat
If your ten deep, then fuck it'll be ten asleep (*gunshots*)
[Proof: Verse 5]
Don't mess with my alasnke, don't tussle with my aspe
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed (Gunshot)
We ferocious, toast don't host us
Approach us, through heat straight from the shoulders
We the soldiers, ya the youngster's
Youngsta's among, aren't ya dead in the dumpsta
Say to the monsta head full of drama
You scared of the trauma vomit to monsta
(Woof!) I'm back nigga, (Poof!) I reappear
Shoot like (*boom*) you ain't seeing clear
Blackness, carcass, cover with catfish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice
[Bizarre: Verse 6]
There are three things I hate: liars, fakes, and cheaters;
Alcoholics, sluts, and fuckin wife beaters
I guess that describes my life,
I don't even know whose song this is? (*Obie Trice*)
Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip-hop
At my release party in a pink tank top and Reebok's
This "Ja Rule" beef im not getting in, I need an R&B singer to sing at my wedding (Say Yeah!)
I'll turn your face into a fuckin' meat patty
I'll fuck yo mommy and go fishing with yo granny
I'll shit on you; I'll pee on R. Kelly too,
This is Bizarre see you "Devils Night 2".