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Rap God

From The Marshall Mathers LP 22013

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Rap God

Look I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Six minutes six minutes Something's wrong I can feel it Six minutes Slim Shady you're on Just a feeling I've got like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means what I think it means we're in trouble big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box slap box They said I rap like a robot so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables skill-a-holic Kill 'em all with This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap yap yap yackety yack And at the exact same time I attempt These lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box slap box Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got Well to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since Pew MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme Now I lead a new school full of students Me I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz 2Pac N.W.A Cube hey Doc Ren Yella Eazy thank you they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin' Little gay lookin' boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin' boy Ha ha You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place lookin' boy Oy vey that boy's gay that's all they say lookin' boy You get a thumbs up pat on the back And a way to go from your label every day lookin' boy Hey lookin' boy What you say lookin' boy I get a hell yeah from Dre lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face lookin' boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace lookin' boy 'cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod back nod The way I'm racin' around the track call me NASCAR NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton no Asgard Asgard So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead but I'm just a talkin' head a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep throatin' I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common poodle I'm a Doberman pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage pupil It's me my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on I'm Back from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line add an AK-47 a revolver and a 9 See if I get away with it now That I ain't as big as I was but I'm Morphin' into an immortal comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal Fuck being normal And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man oh man that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day Hey Fab I'ma kill you Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed J.J. Fad Uh summa lumma dooma lumma you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say Is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music you make elevator music Oh he's too mainstream Well that's what they do when they get jealous they confuse it It's not hip hop it's pop 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock shock rap with Doc Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice your songs you could sacrifice virgins too Ugh school flunky pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you I'll when I speak in tongues but it's still tongue-in-cheek fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz still Chunky but Funky But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it life's handin' you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then Don't mistake him for Satan it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard be a king Think not Why be a king when you can be a god

About this track

"Rap God" is a song by Eminem from the album The Marshall Mathers LP 2, released in 2013.

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