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作词 : Eminem/Robert M. Crawford/Johnny Medora/David White/Kejuan Waliek Muchita

作曲 : Eminem/Robert M. Crawford/Johnny Medora/David White/Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Nah man, not quite finished yet!

Girl, I think you just might have tried

To pull a mother****er’s fast one. I’m mad

You just hurt my goddamn feeling

And that was the last one I had

Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games?

See this saw blade? See this silhouette

Of a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperate

Or get sauteed and rotisseried while you’re hog-tied

MC’s get so quiet you can hear

A mother****ing dog whistle when I walk by

Colt Seavers on a mule stunting on that ass

Like a mother****ing Fall Guy! I don’t gas my Mercedes

After midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai

Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids

Women and men - "Vrinn Vrinn!" - motor so big

You can fit a midget in his engine

*****, gimme them digits, why you cringin’?

Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin will I spend spend

Even 10 cents on you. Since when

Do you think it’s gonna cost me a pretty penny

****, if I think a penny’s pretty

Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me

Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an eskimo by his toe

While he’s trying to roll a snowball

But, don’t make him lose his cool

If he hollers better let him go y’all

You don't own me

Now here we go, go, go!

Get up baby, get a move on like a U-Haul

You can rack your brain like pool balls

You won't ever think of this shit

"Yeah, honey, you called?" Well here I come

Havoc on a beat, I wreak it

Evil: I see, hear and speak it

Lady put your money on Shady, **** that other weak shit

Put your eggs in the same basket

You can count every mother****er’ chicken fore it hatches

Cause you can bet your ass we gonna get it crackin’

Like Kraken and Titans when they're clashin'

Get your brains bashed in so bad

You’re gonna have Kurt Cobain askin’

To autograph a bloodstained napkin

Unfashionable and about as rational

As a rash on a fag’s a*****e

Now let’s take that line run it up the flagpole

With Elton, see if he’s cool with it

Don’t stand there and look stupid at me

B***h I ain’t in the mood for this shit

Get my shit, Google it, til it pops up

Y’all just so mother****ing full of shit

That you stopped up

Me I’m always shitting diarrhea of the mouth

Till your speakers crap out, "pfft, huh what?"

Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette

(Chig-chigga-ret) But you won’t get a hot fudge sundae

From me so don’t strut my way, slut because…

You don't own me

Now here we go, go, go!

And now that I got your panties in a bunch

And your bowels in an uproar

I'ma show you why I came

So you stop asking me what the **** for

Now look, you little slut, cunt whore

I know you want more

B***h, it’s time to put the math back into Mathers

Cause I’m a ****ing problem, run boy

Every flow, got it mastered, so

Every last word that you ****ing fags heard

Comes straight from the fish's ass

Yeah, in other words I’m a "bass-turd"

Looking at me like I killed Kenny

Gas in the tank? Yeah, still plenty

No morals are instilled in me so remorse

I really don’t feel any

Eat your heart out, Hannibal, understandable

Why you’re jealous, ****ing animal?

I got cannibal magnetism

Can't resist em, now can you, ho?

“Shady I don’t understand your flow”, understand my flow?

B***h, I flow like Troy Polamalu’s hair boy

Don’t you dare try to follow or compare boy

I’m raw, you ain’t even medium-rare

Stay the **** outta my hair, boy

You can look, you can stare and point

But you can’t touch, I’m too clairvoyant

I don’t get it man, is there a void?

All this weak shit, what am I, steroids?

Well b***h I’m back, with some shit for that ass

And your trunk: elephant, hemorrhoids

And remember boys…

You don't own me

Now here we go, go, go!

Thank you for coming out

I hope you enjoyed the show

Until next time, peace