[00:00.000] 作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers
[00:11.644] With balls, in his durag he sags, fearin' no man
[00:14.010] He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
[00:16.415] Will slice his competition and just goes about his business
[00:18.915] Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig
[00:21.264] Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers
[00:23.733] Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'
[00:26.383] And hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
[00:29.206] Child endangerment, dark brain arcane with it, Mark Twainin' it
[00:32.093] You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart
[00:33.995] Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it
[00:36.069] Start sprayin' and stark ravin' on beef, starved, cravin' it
[00:38.710] You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it
[00:40.904] 'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it
[00:43.211] You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit
[00:45.571] Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it
[00:48.047] But I can show you the ropes till you get the hang of it
[00:50.539] Elephantiasis of the nuts, element
[00:52.692] Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development
[00:55.059] Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent since elementary
[00:57.945] Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin
[01:00.671] Failin' in school, smart eloquent
[01:02.345] Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent
[01:04.749] So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant
[01:07.143] Soon as I quit givin' a ****, I started to sell a bit
[01:09.816] Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater
[01:11.878] 'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers
[01:14.300] "Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers
[01:16.705] Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer
[01:19.091] Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse
[01:21.610] Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger
[01:23.905] I didn't like the beat, so I hated "Might Delete Later"
[01:26.281] You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers
[01:28.980] It's what they do to the greats
[01:30.346] Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate
[01:32.641] So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face
[01:35.014] Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral wake (Hmm)

作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers
作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers
With balls, in his durag he sags, fearin' no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice his competition and just goes about his business
Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig
Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers
Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'
And hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane with it, Mark Twainin' it
You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart
Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it
Start sprayin' and stark ravin' on beef, starved, cravin' it
You'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 it
You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit
Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it
But I can show you the ropes till you get the hang of it
Elephantiasis of the nuts, element
Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development
Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent since elementary
Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin
Failin' in school, smart eloquent
Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent
So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant
Soon as I quit givin' a ****, I started to sell a bit
Now let's 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 "Might Delete Later"
You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers
It's what they do to the greats
Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate
So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face
Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral wake (Hmm)