Rhyme Or Reason (Explicit)

Rhyme Or Reason (Explicit) - Eminem (埃米納姆)

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/R. Argent

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/R. Argent

Produced by：Rick Rubin/Eminem

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

What's your name

Marshall

Who's your daddy

I don't have one

My mother reproduced like the 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 'em

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 are entertainin'

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 seein' eye dog

Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on

Oh it's on the ram-page

Couldn't see what I wrote I write small

It says "Ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with whitewalls

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

Now sometimes when I'm sleepin'

She comes to me in my dreams

Is she taken

Is she taken

Is she mine

Is she mine

Don't got time don't care don't have two ***** to give

Let me take you by the hand to promised land

And threaten everyone

'Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

Now

What's your name

Marshall

Who's your daddy

I don't know him but I wonder

Is he rich like me

Ha

Has he taken has he taken any time any time

To show 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 dancin'

Even if it is Charles Manson

Who just happens to be rappin' blue lights flashin'

Laughin' all the way to the bank lampin' in my K-Mart mansion

I'm in the style department

With a pile in my cart rippin' the aisle apart but

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 plead 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"

Does that mean 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 ***** 'cause it's the

It's the time of the season

When hate runs high

And this time I won't 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

So

What's your name

Shady

Who's your daddy

I don't give a **** but I wonder

Is he rich like me

Doubt it ha

Has he taken has he taken any time any time

To show 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 wouldn't probably get one block

Without me knocking your block off this is all your fault

Maybe that's why I'm so bananas I a-ppealed to all those walks

Of life whoever had strife

Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like

'Cause I related to the struggles of young America

When their ******* parents were unaware of their troubles

Now they're rippin' out their ******* hair again it's hysterical

I chuckle as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles

Yeah uh oh better beware knuckle heads

The sign of my hustle says

"Don't knock the door's broken it won't lock

It might just fly open get cold-cocked

You critics come to 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 gettin' stoned in your glass house

To kick rocks then you wonder why I lash out

Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers so spread the word

'Cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out

Completely brain-dead Rain Man

Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair

So ***** shoot me a look it better be a blank stare

Or get shanked in the pancreas

I'm angrier than all eight other reindeer

Put together with Chief Keef 'cause I hate every ******* thang yeah

Even this rhyme *****

And quit tryin' look for a ******* reason for it that ain't there

But I still am a "Criminal"

Ten-year-old degenerate grabbin' on my ********

The last Mathers LP done went diamond

This time I'm predicting that 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 send

Is "Dad I'm back at it again"

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