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

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