歌手:Miss潴潴
专辑:《Victory(Remix)》

Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in, this roof is cavin' in
Up it's time to raise it, then
Your days are numbered like pages in
My book of rhymes. Got 'em cooking, boy
This crooked mind of mines got 'em all shook
And scared to look in my eyes
I stole that ******g clock; I took the time
And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up
And butt-****** this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
******* this fame, that ain't what I came to claim
But the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear, one way or another
I'ma make these ******g haters believe it
I swear to God, won't spare the rod
I'm a man of my words so your ******g heads better nod
Or I'ma ******* around in this ************ and roast everybody
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie
Permanently, ************, it's beddy-bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die!
My head is swole, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal
I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk
You're trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast
Your ******g head'll spin, dog
I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll ******g…
So I pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your ******g head
************, I pick the world up
And I'mma drop it on your ******g head
And I could die now, rebirth, mother******
Hop up in my space************p and leave Earth, mother******
************, I pick the world up
And I'mma drop it on your ******g head
Yeah
Back's to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I'm talking a lot of s**t
But I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished, "I am your lack of a conscience"
I'm the ringing in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eatin' your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water
But I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate
That you became with every f****t you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult
Batter, but the double-standards you have
When it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper's persona, is half a facade
And Matthew and Stan's just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them
I'm the hindsight to say, “I told you so!”
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after they call ya
Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt trip
The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions, if there's anything you have left to say
'Less it makes an impact, then don't bother
So 'fore you rest your case
Better make sure you're packing a wallop