[Intro: Eminem]
The devil came to Michigan
[Verse 1: Eminem]
With balls and his durag, he sags, fearin' no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice his competition and just goes about his business
Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig
Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers
Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'
Him, hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Hailie's name, I'm changin' it to Handkerchief
If I don't stay a step ahead of Michael, I go psycho
He's like an alter ego, so wherever he goes, I go
Ain't afraid to take it there, babies layin' naked there
Runnin' around everywhere, wearin' nothing but underwear
Yeah, I'm back more benevolent than I've ever been
Little boy's eleven who never been to the Netherlands
How'd you like to come and spend a day with Marshall Mathers
Share some cotton candy, ice cream and some caramel apples
Inside a carnival atmos-phere, yeah
I'm here, there, I'm everywhere, bleh
Never thought I'd see the day I get so famous I go schizo
But it's o-fficial, meet my new alias, his name is—
[Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson]
Marshall!
He's the Antichrist
He will slice and dice
Children
His name is Marshall!
He's the Antichrist
He will slice and dice
Children
[Post-Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson]
My brother said my mother left my father (Father, father)
My sister said my mother left my dad (Dad, dad)
Now we all have a brand new stepfather (Father, father)
Who touches me at night when I'm in bed (Bed, bed)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
It's winter, as I enter the daycare center
In a disguise, mustache, some fake hair and a
Three piece suit, ready set to take care of business
Suddenly, I spot little Jake, bear witness
As I move in for the kill, take a pair of scissors
To his throat, I'll cut him like steak, hey, Mrs
Waltz, if one false move you make there, this is it
Class, get a last look at Jake, here, kiss his
Ass goodbye, mwah, runnin' down the hall
Flippin' the fuckin' principal off while I pass him by
Take him home, pull his pants to his thigh
[Fuck] him in his ass like Joe Jacks did to the Jackson 5
Die, little bastard, die
Tape his mouth to shut him up, I can't stand for little brats to cry
Cut him up, he slices and dices, the Antichrist is
The anthem, get your damn hands up
[Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson]
Mich- I mean Marshall!
He's the Antichrist
He will slice and dice
Children
His name is Marshall!
He's the Antichrist
He will slice and dice
Children
[Post-Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson]
My brother said my mother left my father
My sister said my mother left my dad
Now we all have a brand new stepfather
Who touches me at night when I'm in bed
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Why can't I slice and dice kids like the Antichrist?
I wish I may, or as I might
I tend to rant and go off on a little bit of a tangent
[Fuck] a little kid in the ass until his pants split
'Til he can't sit, I know the thought's a little rancid
But that's what these little rugrats get for dancin'
And prancin' around in them Spider-Man pajamas
And that's what the cameras outside the master bedroom are for
You sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor
"How come my dad never calls me anymore?"
Because he left, brat, now I'm your new stepdad
You better accept that
So you want the race car bed or the Hello Kitty comforter?
Either one of them, I'm gonna end up snuggled up with you
I'm the motherfuckin' uh, Antichrist
I'm kidding, it's a joke, sike!
[Outro: Eminem & Bizarre]
(Shady, Shady, Shady, Shady)
Get it? Like- (Not... not cool, man)
No, it's- (Not cool)
No, like the devil? Like- (Nah, nah)
Like Shady? Haha, like- (I don't get it, I don't get it)
Come on, it's funny, right? (Nah)
Oh, but Bizarre can say it (Dawg)
What?
(Dawg, I might fuck a Pitbull in his ass, or rape my grandmother, but Goddamn)
But it's a joke! (Mm-mm)
It's a joke (Yeah right)
