歌手: eminem 发布时间：
Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers
Composed by：Marshall Mathers
Hand me an eighth beam me up and land me in space
I'mma' sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Mae
I'm more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot and people that feel me
Cause I'mma' still be the Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe paddlin' makin' fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford
And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for
Everybody's pissin' me off even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off
No wonder I'm a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself