Under The Influence
(专辑: The Marshall Mathers LP - 2000)
[Eminem:] Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation:) So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit 'Cause I
was high when I
wrote this, so suck my dick! Two pills I
pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A
young-ass man with a
trash can, strapped to the
back Of his ass so the
rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a
mummy at night, fighting with bright lightning And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills biting him I'm like a
fucking wasp in the
hospital, lost Stinging the
fuck outta everything I
come across in the
halls I
light a
candle and place it up on the
mantel Grab a
knife at the
blade and stab you with the
fucking handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the
blinds, hurting (Bitch, it's too late) 'Cause once you're hung from the
drapes, it's curtains [Swifty:] I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degrading, creating murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the
equator They knew I
did it for having blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit your chest like a
double barrel gauge and I'm a
black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face With a
fifth in me, when I
guzzle Remy I
do shit on purpose You never hear me say, "Forgive me" I'm snatching every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it That weed I
sold to you, Brigade laced it You hiding, I
make the
President get a
facelift Niggas just afraid, handing me they bracelets Chilling in the
lab wasted, I'm the
type That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the
mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight And even at the
Million Man March, we gon' fight [Eminem:] So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit 'Cause I
was high when I
wrote this, so suck my dick! 'Cause I
don't give a
fuck if you don't like my shit 'Cause I
was high when I
wrote this, so suck my dick! [Bizarre:] I'm a
compulsive liar, setting my preacher on fire Slashing your tires, flying down Fenkell and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired Jacking my dick off in a
bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) Bitch, didn't you read the
flyer? The
special invited guest will be Richard Pryor (Aren't you a
male dancer?) No, bitch, I'm retired Fucking your bitch in the
ass with a
tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My DJ's in a
coma for letting the
record skip Letting the
record skip, letting the
record skip (Damn!) I'm fucking anything when I'm snorting It's gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion Some bitch asked for my autograph I
called her a
whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I
drop bombs like I
was in Vietnam All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom [Proof:] Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with somethin'– nigga, pass that! In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a
"Stop the
Violence" rally, I
blast gats BMI on publishin'; get yo' ass capped The
Kuniva, divide up yo' cash stack Run yo' motherfucking pockets, ASAP I
don't need a
platinum chain, bitch, I
snatched Shaq's Born loser, half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked And found chopped up in a
trash bag [Kuniva:] We strangling rappers until the
point they can't yell 'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causing more violence than nine hoodlums I
grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, 'cause I'm a
Luni, I
got a
Yukmouth And it's polluted; I
cock it back, then shoot it I
love snatching up players, thugs and young ballers Shoot up the
household, even the
young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the
noise While the
bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I
go solo, I'm doing a
song with Bolo A
big Chinese nigga screaming, "Kuniva, yo, yo!" I
leave ya face leaking, run up in church And smack the
preacher while he's preaching Take a
swing at the
deacon [Kon Artis:] I
used to tell cats that I
sold weed and weight I
was straight 'til I
got caught selling them shake I'm ignorant, with the
intent to snatch your rent I
got kicked out of summer camp for having sex in my tent With the
superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order I've been a
Kon Artis since I
was swimming in water In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von Who got fired from UPS for trying to send you a
bomb (Special delivery) I
sign to a
local label for fun Say I
got cancer, get dropped, take the
advancement and run Drive-by you in the
rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not giving me none Born straight up out a
pussy but a
son of a
gun Got a
reputation for having niggas running they funds Used to be the
type of nigga that was folding some ones 'Til I
met your fat mama, now I'm rolling in dough [Eminem:] So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit 'Cause I
was high when I
wrote this, so suck my dick! 'Cause I
don't give a
fuck if you don't like my shit 'Cause I
was high when I
wrote this, so suck my dick! Ha-ha! Suck my motherfucking dick! D12, Dirty-motherfuckin'-Dozen Nasty like a
stank slut bitch with thirty fucking husbands Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the
Kon Artis The
Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady