Eminem – Marshall Powers (2025) | Track profile | Dork

Eminem – Marshall Powers (2025) | Track profile | Dork

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Marshall Powers

[Verse 1]

In my head it's like I got two fuckin' beats goin' at once (Woo)

Like two chicks in a tug-of-war tryna compete for my love

I tell 'em, "Stop bein' jealous, I love you each just as much"

Until one of them tells me that I'ma never be what I was

Other one just called me a bitch and said I'm not evil no more

Like, I don't see what they're doin', they're tryna get me to kill 'em

B-B-B-Beefin' with them is probably the least of my worries

Got people screamin' I suck, you think the old me is better? (Shit)

I'd take that bleach blonde, wannabe 2Pac, little fake wigger, fuck-

-in' douchebag and strangle him up with his durag for thinkin' he's tough

But havin' him taped up with duct, his two hands and ankles and fucked

Through his pants and raped in the butt with broom handles ain't good enough

Who has the painkillers? 'Cause as soon as I dangle them, stuff

A few down his trachea, sucks, it's too bad it came to this, but

The motherfuckin' handkerchiefs, and them stupid ass fingerless gloves

When I was him, I couldn't stand him, I've always hated his guts

[Interlude]

Fuckin' bitch

Ayo, Dre, this does sound like some vintage shit though

Fuck it

[Verse 2]

Let's make 'em harken back to the days when all that mattered

Was Dre and Marshall Mathers, no brake, just floor the gas

Because they are talking crap like we're ancient artifacts

But the fact that you suck and all of you ain't shit are the facts (Fuck! Shit!)

But this ain't retarded rap, so your brain don't know how to act

What's good for you's bad for you, like what cures AIDS causes cancer

Now scream loud as you can (Ah!), shorty, wow, you look bad, amazing

A human labyrinth, slow down just a tad

But it's too bananas, this club is too damn rowdy, you can't

It's 2 AM, how do you stand after Lucid Absinthe, a bag

Of Cool Ranch and Mountain Dew cans? I'm actually proud of you, man

This place is— this place is too amped like food stamps that's out of my hands (Chka, 'cause)

I don't hold food stamps any more

Place is too amped, shout to the Stans

Rest of y'all, eat a dick, you say nothin' jumps out at you

How 'bout if I jump out the speaker and beat the fuck out of you then?

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