Beat on the brat Beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh oh. What can you do? What can you do? With a brat like that always on your back What can you do? What can you lose? 点击下载LRC歌词
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[ti:marshall mathers] [ar:eminem] [al:] [by:LRC歌词网 lrcgc.com] [00:04.13]You know I just don't get it [00:06.63]Last year I was nobody [00:09.11]This year I'm sellin records [00:11.94]Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin [00:15.37]Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? [00:19.24]Get the fuck out of here [04:19.72][04:19.36][02:58.96][02:58.58][02:40.56][02:40.23][00:39.18][00:38.60][00:20.17][00:19.94] [04:39.76][04:20.18][00:20.36]You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) [04:44.76][04:24.60][00:24.61]I'm just a regular guy, [04:45.78][04:25.62][00:25.83]I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) [04:49.72][04:29.61][00:29.83]Nobody ever gave a fuck before, [04:51.48][04:31.43][00:31.54]all they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) [04:54.61][04:34.58][00:34.93]Now everybody wanna run they mouth [04:56.43][04:36.57][00:36.75]and try to take shots at me (take shots at me) [00:39.97]Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin [00:42.59]You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog [00:45.15]with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar [00:47.49]hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin [00:49.97](grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun [00:52.60]Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in [00:54.95]Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous [00:57.47]blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is [01:00.09]Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace [01:02.44]Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this [01:05.02]Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em [01:07.38]and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets [01:10.15]And amidst all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches [01:12.60]I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous [01:15.03]and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin [01:17.51]startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") [01:20.33]I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin [01:22.44]with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started [01:25.05]These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage [01:27.60]What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars [01:30.17]All I see is sissies in magazines smiling [01:32.51]Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent? [01:35.01]Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned [01:37.34]passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken? [01:40.34]New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick [01:43.14]Boy/girl groups make me sick [01:44.97]And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public [01:47.93]I'ma love it.. (hahaha) [01:50.06]Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh) [01:51.64]Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup) [01:53.23]Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe) [01:55.04]A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me [01:57.36]and run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah) [01:59.81]I think I was put here to annoy the world [02:02.20]and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl [02:04.87]Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer [02:08.41]and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer [02:10.31]Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay [02:12.28]Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks) [02:14.90]And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out [02:17.26]Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out [02:19.97]after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out [02:22.55](AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow! [02:25.29]Look at y'all runnin your mouth again [02:27.12]when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10 [02:29.66]And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females [02:32.43]in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails [02:34.99]"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus [02:37.54]I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots! [02:41.25]Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) [02:44.67]I'm not a wrestler guy, [02:46.22]I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me) [02:49.54]Come and see me on the streets alone [02:51.31]if you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me) [02:54.40]And if you wanna run your mouth [02:55.97]then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me) [03:00.05]Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? [03:02.42]You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy [03:04.71]Now because of this blonde mop that's on top [03:07.33]and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? [03:09.74]The underground just spunned around and did a 360 [03:12.15]Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies [03:14.82]"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy, [03:17.16]so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" [03:19.93]My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten million [03:22.44]She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin [03:24.75]Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? [03:27.21]All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress [03:29.72]Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? [03:32.25]It doesn't matter your [03:34.87]Talkin about I fabricated my past [03:37.02]He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!) [03:39.94]So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? [03:42.14]For every million I make, another relative sues [03:44.48]Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper [03:47.83]All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey it's me!) [03:50.22]A half-brother and sister who never seen me [03:52.27]or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV [03:54.89]Now everybody's so happy and proud [03:57.07]I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house [03:59.68]Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand [04:02.37]to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp [04:04.94]Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast [04:07.25]and what do I see? A picture of my big white ass [04:09.67]Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help: [04:12.08]uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL [04:14.69]Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell [04:17.10]Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself http://提供
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