Antichrist

作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/S. Webb/R. Johnson

作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/S. Webb/R. Johnson

Marshall, he's the Antichrist

He will slice and—

The Devil came to Michigan

Oh, shit

****

****in' PC police

****

Gen Z, here they come now (Now)

'Bout to unload rounds (Brrt)

Pronouns (Shit)

Got me like, "Whoa, now" (Whoa)

Homie, let's slow down (Chill)

No need to get so wound (Man)

Ready to throw down (Yo)

If I mispronounce (Thee, them)

Whoops, oh wow (Sorry)

Got heterosexuals crammin' 'em down our throats now (He, she, they, them)

Like I'm getting snowplowed

My humor's too lowbrow (Yup)

Yeah, so there's no doubt (Nope)

You 'bout to get grossed out (Ugh)

But **** it though, somebody needs to come and hit the reset button

Back to 2003 'cause how did we get stuck in

This woke BS? I'm tryna make it regress, **** 'em

And I don't regret nothin' that's 'bout to be said, so **** it, we can keep headbuttin'

Still a grade-A prick, but the same way (What?)

Cobain put the gauge to his brain, I'm goin' out with a bang, aye (Yeah)

Dang, Dre

Look what you made me do, maybe you the one they should blame, they

Say they wish that I wasn't so angry (Yeah)

Don't wanna see me goin' off the deep end like Ye, aye (No, nah)

Rather see me do like Kim Kardashian, they say (Yeah)

Yeah, and find a way to get rid of all of this rage, aye (Haha)

But if you wonder, "Why is Marsh considered the harshest spitter?" (Why?)

'Cause I can spit a bar like it's a

Cross between Nas and GZA, Biggie Smalls, and RZA

So hard, Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj'll scissor (Cut it out)

You're still the press's wet dream (Yeah)

Too many head shrinks (Oh)

My head thinks foul, I've said things when jesting

They should arrest me for my testes (Ah)

The biggest in the South, West, East, North and catch be (Ah)

Evidence swept clean

With extreme lengths and steps being took to suppress things (Why?)

Try not to get seen

With Ben Affleck, me, and Seth Green hangin' on to the left wing

Of Jeffrey Epstein's jet screamin', "Hey, don't forget me" (Haha)

Shady as Bill, takin' the pill and putting it in your soft drink (Ah)

Something's off and I don't know what the cause be (Yeah)

But it's obvi', this water I'm in is scalding

Ominous thoughts creep in my head and it's not me

They brainwashed me (Marshall, Marshall)

And that's all she wrote, yeah, that's why they call me

Marshall, he's the Antichrist

He will slice and dice

Men, women, and children

One more time, come on

His name is Marshall, he's the Antichrist

He will slice and dice

Whores, men, women, and children (Yeah)

Knock, knock

Who's there?

Boo

Boo who?

Hey, why you cryin', shorty? Ew, 'cause I boo'd you? (Whoa)

Well, bitch, I'm tryna get some head up in this Subaru

But you have no clue what you doin', do you?

You fall asleep or somethin'? Hello, yoo-hoo

Wake up, fake slut, I'm out of here, screw you

What, did you drop dead in my lap? You call that head?

I suck my dick better than you do, haha

Yeah, I'm sick like the terminally ill (What?)

But more like sick as in the term "mentally ill"

Antichrist, how come you can't be nice?

Look who's talkin', dog, like Brian from Family Guy (Huh)

But who else is as pitiless, actually witty and crass, hideous

Ghastly, and insidious as me, or spitting as nasty?

Next idiot ask me is getting his ass beat worse than Diddy did ****

But on the real, though (What?)

She probably ran out the room with his ****in' dildo (Come here)

He try to field goal punt her, she said to chill (No, damn)

Now put it back in my ass and get the steel toe (Ew, ah, the ****?)

Got nightmares goin' Freddy on me

'Cause they steady haunt me (Oh)

Shady's bad to the core, but look at the bread he got me (Bread)

Complete lack of remorse, so they've come at me before, but they won't ever stop me

But **** the back and the forth until I'm dead and rotting

Head is probably whacked, and it's warped like Jack Kevork'

Performin' sexual acts with a corpse

If they don't like it, like a necrophiliac in the morgue, **** everybody (What? Yeah)

I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children (What?)

Whose parents fed every meal to you on a platter and silver spoon

I am a product of what Farina and powdered milk'll do (What?)

To your drive when them rappers like Jada bring out the Will in you (Woo)

'Cause now my shit slaps harder than Will'll do, word to Gorilla Glue (What?)

I don't need sticky fingers to steal on you (Nah)

Lyrical killer who punish you, every syllable sonnin' you

Your hides, I tanned 'em, like bicycles built for two

Stickin' a clip in the Uz' that I've been itchin' to use, lookin' like Nikolas Cruz

My trigger's happy, it's ticklish, true, Travis Bickle 'em too, we gettin' rude

This shit'll go sideways like you're tippin' a canoe, bitch, I'm sick as the flu

How the **** are you gonna fit in my shoes? Look at my views, all the shit I've been through

So, sympathy, I don't have any for you, stickin' it to all you idiots who

Take my lyrics a little bit too literal, you can all suck on my dick and if

You don't wanna get ripped, better get the **** back, bitch, I'm here to do what Dre sent me to do (What?)

That's sinfully get to spitting this shit, devil in me and I do his bidding, his name is

Marshall, he's the Antichrist

He will slice and dice

Sluts, whores, men, women, and children

One more time, what's my name?

His name is Marshall, he's the Antichrist

He will slice and dice

Skanks, sluts, whores, men, women, and children

You wanna dance with the Devil, dance with the Devil, dance with the Devil

You wanna dance with the Devil, dance with the Devil, dance with the Devil

You wanna—

I ain't goin' nowhere

It's about to get scary, Bizarre

I'm still here, aye-aye, aye-aye, aye-aye, aye-aye

It's about to get dark

Guess who's back, straight out the gutter (Yeah, me)

With a dirty rubber, plus my homeless mother (**** her)

Where Bruce Jenner at? I wanna **** that ho (Where she at?)

Where is Megan Thee Stallion at? I wanna suck that toe (Mwah)

Twenty years in, shit, I'm past addiction (Uh-huh)

I'm at CVS, tryna find my past prescription

My dad didn't listen, I passed the mission

****in' a tranny on IG Live, that was a bad decision (Haha, that was ****ed up)

My rent due, my girl need an abortion

What you gon' do? What?

Sell them Eminem Jordans (Haha, I did)

All gas, butt-naked, all ass (Haha, haha)

Tryna get on Hailie Jade's podcast (Why not?)