Head Honcho

作词 : Jameil Aossey/Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers

作曲 : Jameil Aossey/Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers

Doin' my best just to not blow my cover

Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger

There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna strap it with numbers

All you hoes got your checks, but I'm a queen when I run up

Cross a king with my hunters, shootin' threes in abundance

Rookie G's actin' thuggish, you pawns to me, shut the **** up

Annihilation's what we love, steady hittin', gettin' dubs

Just wait till we get the guns out

Kwarenta-singko na kalibre o nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala

Sa dinami-rami mong mali, utak mo lang may tama

Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare, 'la ka man lang na banat

Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat

'Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman na nakikinig

'Di masasalag ng sintido o ng iyong bibig

Picture this, I might be a hero to your little kid

Or a villain, either way, I'm the ****in' head

I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow

Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto (Uh-huh)

Yeah, I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow (Yeah)

Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto (Uh)

(Look, I got) Got loose strips, two grip, that's the shit I'm smooth with

I'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool with

Shut my loose lips as tighly than how these boots fit

I got that new drip that drown titanical cruise ships

Don't you dip and dabble too close

Just watch us from the distance, I don't **** with all that glucose

You fall and need assistance, I could do the same, but who knows?

I'd rather say, "Good riddance," Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles

Annihilate with persistence to try to say something different

But while today, I'm just spittin' to rhyme while makin' a livin'

But mama say that I'm different, she proud of how I do business

I kinda resemble hitmen that got away from the killin'

I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow

Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto

Yeah, I'm the head honcho

They call me the boss, though

You can call me Marshall

I get the bread pronto

You don't relate to me, guess you never been angry or sad (Hm)

Or maybe just have never had to ever face any adversity

Take any ass whippings, I basically had

To see some shit that'd make you faint like you're fakin' a jab (Pussy)

Bitch, you wish you had a life like mine (Yeah)

You just fantasize the shit you write, you guys like lying (Yeah)

Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (What?)

Ain't even half the shit I went through by the time I was five (Like, what?)

Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a knife right in the abs (Yeah)

And all he was tryna do was get my tricycle back, yeah

The one that Boogie, Malcolm and Isaac just jacked

After they jumped me and stomped me and hit me twice with a bat (Ugh)

Was five and a half, second time I survived an attack

Two twins, they call themselves the bulldogs, white kids and fat

I was too frightened to scrap, I didn't fight or hit back

And you wonder why is it that I treat a mic like a gat?

Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet from out a barrel the size of a Derringer flies (Brr)

That's how I would characterize lyrics

But America, I could see the fear in your eyes

You saw my terrible side, the blonde hair and blue eyes

Now, the writing is on the wall like graffiti still

If you're havin' trouble reading, we'll make it simple, he's Ezekiel

Easy name to remember (Why?)

'Cause his rap name is the same as like ten minutes on stage is for me, easy mill' (Oh)

Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)

Yeah, 'cause as sure as Ma used to feed me

Sleeping pills to keep me (Yeah)

Sleepy still, it was creepy 'cause indeed, she (What?)

Could've easily Casey Anthony'd me (Yeah)

These rappers, I'm above 'em, but punchin' down ain't beneath me (Nope)

Cold as the wind chill factor, but the fact is I don't know when to chill

But every time I come out, they expect me to ****in' reinvent the wheel

Rappers get praised for spittin' bars with less than a tenth of skill

Imbecile on the ledge like a Benzo pill on a windowsill

Now cancelled ain't the word for me

You need a term that's probably stronger than dirty laundry (Ew)

This controversy got me in the worst of quandaries

Feel like the Earth's axis, the world's turnin' on me

Like them cops in Akron, Ohio with Jayland Walker

Ain't caught this much flak in a while (Nah)

Since back as a child (Damn)

And all I did was say like one thing bad, then it spiraled

Saw you crackin' a smile (Haha)

Then relapsed into my old ways

Back into vile (Yup)

Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage, and I don't (Nope)

Give a **** if you hate me worse than each track on Revival (Huh)

Bitch, I'm back like a spinal (Yeah)

Get it crackin' like chiros

It's the coup de grâce, I'm cruder than removin' claws from a cougar's paws

And throwin' it back in the wild (****)

But you tamin' me?

Ain't gonna happen and I'll live on planet denial (Ha)

For the rest of my life, but you'll be a stan till I die, though (Ha)