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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Keyboards
The Zombies
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Rod Argent
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Producer
Rick Rubin
Producer
David Covell
Assistant Engineer
Eric Lynn
Assistant Engineer
Jason Lader
Editing Engineer
Joe Strange
Engineer
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Assistant Engineer
Sean Oakley
Assistant Engineer
Tony Campana
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What's your name?
Marshall
Who's your daddy?
I don't have one
[Verse 2]
My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of a locomotive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
Your music usually has them
But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan
[Verse 3]
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and thoughts of entertaining
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 seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on the rampage, couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
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
[Verse 4]
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine?
Don't got, I don't care, don't got two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
[Verse 5]
What's your name?
Marshall
Who's your daddy?
I don't know him, but I wonder is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time to show you what you need to live?
[Verse 6]
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 dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens to be rappin'
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping at my K-mart mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle apart
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, plea
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) Is that me?
It belongs to me 'cause I just happen to be
A white honkey devil with two homes
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 bitch 'cause it's the
[Verse 7]
Time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time I'll 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
[Verse 8]
What's your name?
Shady
Who's your daddy?
I don't give a fuck, but I wonder
Is he rich like me? Doubt it, ha
Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?
[Verse 9]
So yeah, dad, let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Without me knocking your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of life
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
[Verse 10]
'Cause I related to the struggle of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of the troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I chuckle
'Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle says don't knock
The door's broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
[Verse 11]
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 I can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion till I'm passed out
[Verse 12]
Completely brain dead Rainman
Doing a bank head in a restraint chair
So bitch, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All eight of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
'Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme, bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
[Verse 13]
But I still am a criminal
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP that went diamond
This time I'm predicting 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 sing is
Dad, I'm back at it again, bitch
Written by: Marshall Mathers, Rod Argent