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Offended

アーティスト:Eminem  アルバム:Revival 

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You claim if you get knocked by the cops You'll give 'em not even a statement Walk in the arraignment Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff Gotti with the stainless I'll just call it shoddy entertainment If y'all was in the party gettin' faded On molly, had the audience sedated You wouldn't catch a body if it fainted Probably let it fall and hit the pavement But you'd be the first lobbyin' to claim it Bitch, stop bein' a lame Your hobby isn't robbery and dismemberin' body limbs Like you was Tommy Lynn Sells And chainsawin' them in the basement Hardly fits your job description Ain't nobody dippin' out the back of the club Like, "Oh my God, he's trippin'!" Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain't it? Wouldn't take a bobby pin and wave it I need to stop bein' debated You're still copyin', Xeroxing, I'm still copping a feel Like Bill Cosby at will, popping a pill Then spill Oxys in Jill's coffee Then send her out to the hotel lobby a lil' wobbly and still groggy This blonde fuck's reprehensible Misconducts, never sensible Kiss my butt, my set of principles Is gone, but till I get the President to respond My pen and pencil is a missile launcher And send it to Mitch McConnell Just as big of a bitch as Donald-shit's on, bruh Let me sing this shit soprano While I do it pizzicato Ivanka, stiff arm her while I'm hittin' on Melania And this song's for all ya 'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me They want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended) And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt But I'ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended) You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up 'Cause you're only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended) 'Cause I swear when I get up, I'm never gonna let up Till everybody eats my turds These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me Like Justin Ross Harris at a nursery Goin' ham at candy yam on nanny cam I'm gettin' handys with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrest I'm imagining objects, so I'm batting cobwebs From a daddy longleg And Hamtramck, got the panoramic camera Xanax, a banana hammock and a Santa hat I'm smellin' like a damn mechanic With a chick that looks like Janet Jackson with a Spanish accent Twice your age and I'm actin' half it Grow up? Nah, not that I know of, y'all Basement just got a frickin' overhaul Got a stripper pole installed Started rollin' all through those Kolonopins like a bowlin' ball Like an overdose on twice the ratio of Propofol And go through no withdrawal While I get fellatio and give a facial to An interracial blow-up doll of Rachel Dolezal You're so appalled ("Em..."), so's my manager Bitch, I'm amateur, fuck a pro career Coast is clear, but nowhere to go from here And nobody's close, so don't compare They ain't nowhere near, I'm way over here My competition can't see me 'Cause I don't own a mirror But Marshall, you are terrific, so smart and gifted I'm so narcissistic, when I fart I sniff it Do a fake dab to smell my armpits with it Your anxiety's throwin' gang signs But I made strides with these rape lines I'm cuttin' back on women hate crimes Like Ray Rice when he FaceTimes Bang, bang, bang, bang time Dang knives'll butcher them gay wives You're gonna need sutures the same size As the blade I push into caput'cha When I pull 'em like


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