Marshall Mathers, 24.08.1975

Marshall Mathers

AMERIKA

http://eminem.com

EMINEM

мужской

24.08.1975

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Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313, None of these skills you bout to see come free, So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me, If you ever wanna be one see, , [Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313, None of these skills you bout to see come free, So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me, If you ever wanna be one see, , [Verse 1: Eye-Kyu], Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right, I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime, My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats, Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets, Forgot a gold digger's succubus, my souls thick with ruggedness, With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this, I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound, On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch), We elevated to new heights premeditated, Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it, The escalated can be put to the test of greatness, Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it, So I take it that's the reason I'm hated, To represent my temperment, If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant, But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so), Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now), Everything that you collaborate I lacerate, My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate, At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate, I blasterate, and have you all running master gates, And as for face clutching and touching the flows, I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose, Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science, Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance, Defiance, no we won't have that, You want your shit to blow up?, Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack, And blast that shit to kingdom come, Then bring them some of this real hip-hop, I drop beats and you

I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless, Patrolling corners, Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters, I'm meaner in action, Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?), And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments, I grew up in the wild hood, As a hazardous youth, With a fucked up childhood, That I used as an excuse, And aint shit changed, But kept the same mindstate, Since the third time that I failed 9th grade, You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it, I don't promote violence I just encourage it, I laugh at the sight of death, As I fall down a cement flight of steps, And land inside a bed of spider webs, So throw caution to the wind, You and a friend, Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again, Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, I'm blowing mine out, Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now, , It's only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns, And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord, Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board, That smashed into your Honda Accord, With a 4 door Ford, But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella, The choppa (?) fella, The mozarella, Worse than a hellacopta propella, Got you locked in the cella, With your skeleton showing, Developing anorexia, While I'm standin next to ya, Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death, With an IV in your veins, Feeding you liquid darvicet, Pumping you full of drugs, Pull the plugs, On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs, Who were picked up in an ambulance, And driven, To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants, And given, A less than 20 percent chance, Of living, Have a possible placement, It's a hospital patient, Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement, Doctor Kevorkian has arrived, To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!", Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp, And pulling your adams apple out through

[Lotto], [Spoken], Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all., I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out!, [Rap], I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!, This shit is a horror flick, , but the black guy doesn't die in this movie!, Fuckin' wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!, That makes me believe you really dont have a interest in livin!, You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?, I got a betta chance joining the KKK., Or some real shit, though, I like you, That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit sucide to, Fuck 'Lotto, ' call me your leader, I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It To Beaver", I used to like that show, now you got me to "fight back" mode, But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go!, I hate to do this, I would love for this shit to last, So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass, And all's well that ends well, ok?, So I'll end this shit wit a "FUCK you, but have a nice day!", , [Eminem], Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver, So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver, This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid!, Quick, someone get his ass another steriod!, "Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity bloo blah!", I ain't hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!", Is that a tank top, or a new bra?, Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boob job!, Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head?, Pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said!, Matter fact, dog, here's a pencil, Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful, , And don't come back until something dope hits you, Fuck it! You can take the mic home with you!, Lookin' like a cyclone hit you, , Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!", You see how far those white jokes get you, Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gonna

Dr. Dre], Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit, on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit), Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts, and watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious, (Watch out, now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws, is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars, Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz, from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South Central, {*LOUD SCREAM*}, Whoa, not these niggaz again, These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again, (Hehe) You and what army could harm me?, D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach, (East-syde!) Came a long way, to makin these songs play, It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way, I got a long uz', and I carry it all day (Blaow!) Sometimes it's, like a nightmare, just, bein, Andre, , but I.., , [Snoop Dogg], somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga, You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg), Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where, da fuck I'm comin from, I get the party crackin from the shit that I be, spittin son, Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run, Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang, bang! Damn baby girl, what's your name?, I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed, Hangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem, (Whassup Slim?) Whattup cuz? (Whattup Snoop?), The Great White American Hope, done hooked up, with the King of the motherfuckin West coast, bay-bayy!, , Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop), , And you don't really wanna fuck, with me, Only nigga that I trust, is me, Fuck around and make me bust, this heat, [Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance, , [Xzibit], I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin you move, You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage, Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade, Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, , c

submited by Caite Piazza, , [Eminem], A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions, A lot of people think that.. what I say on records, or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life, or that I believe in it, Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that.., I'm actually gonna do it, or that I believe in it, Well, shit.. if you believe that, then I'll kill you, You know why?, Cuz I'm a, , CRIMINAL, CRIMINAL, You god damn right, I'm a CRIMINAL, Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL, , [Eminem], My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge, That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or lez, Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest, Pants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes", Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic, Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!), That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em, They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em, Hey, it's me, Versace, Whoops, somebody shot me!, And I was just checkin the mail, Get it? Checkin the 'male'?, How many records you expectin to sell, after your second LP sends you directly to jail?, Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!), Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus, Heal this child, help us destroy these demons, Oh, and please send me a brand new car, And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital, Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher, You can't reach me, my mom can't neither, You can't teach me a goddamn thing cause, I watch TV, and Comcast cable, and you ain't able to stop these thoughts, You can't stop me from toppin these charts, And you can't stop me from droppin each March, with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards, Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me, Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck, " still won't leave, , Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X), , I'm a CRIMINAL, Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime, to tell em what's on my mi

[Lotto], [Spoken], Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all., I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out!, [Rap], I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!, This shit is a horror flick, , but the black guy doesn't die in this movie!, Fuckin' wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!, That makes me believe you really dont have a interest in livin!, You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?, I got a betta chance joining the KKK., Or some real shit, though, I like you, That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit sucide to, Fuck 'Lotto, ' call me your leader, I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It To Beaver", I used to like that show, now you got me to "fight back" mode, But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go!, I hate to do this, I would love for this shit to last, So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass, And all's well that ends well, ok?, So I'll end this shit wit a "FUCK you, but have a nice day!", , [Eminem], Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver, So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver, This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid!, Quick, someone get his ass another steriod!, "Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity bloo blah!", I ain't hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!", Is that a tank top, or a new bra?, Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boob job!, Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head?, Pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said!, Matter fact, dog, here's a pencil, Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful, , And don't come back until something dope hits you, Fuck it! You can take the mic home with you!, Lookin' like a cyclone hit you, , Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!", You see how far those white jokes get you, Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gonna

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Marshall Mathers. Родился Marshall 24 августа 1975. Сегодня Marshall 49 лет. На странице (ВКонтакте) Marshall было обнаружено: друзей - 15, подписчиков - 61, фотографий - 0, аудиозаписей - 3, видеозаписей - 0.