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Eminem - Rhyme Or Reason

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(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one

[Verse 1]

My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap
- I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
Bout 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
Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts are
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also
vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when
I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seein' eye dog
Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme
Oh it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I
write small
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white
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
Hip-hop ain't dying on my watch


But sometimes, when I'm sleepin'
She comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she mine?
Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to
Let me take you by the hand to, promised land
And threaten everyone
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing


(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I
(Is he rich like me?) Ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you
need to live?)

[Verse 2]

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
When the power of the rhyme falls into the
wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancin', even
if it is Charles Manson
Who just happens, to be rapping, blue lights
Laughing all the way to the bank, lamping in my
K-Mart mansion
I’m in the style department
With a pile in my cart, 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 plead guilty
Cause I sparked a, revolution, rebel without a
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) Does that mean it
belongs to me?
Cause I just happen to be, a White honky devil
with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear
a beep
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, cause it's


It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, I won't give it to you easy
When I take back what's mine with pleasured
And torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing


(What's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you
need to live?)

[Verse 3]

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 knockin' 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
Cause I, related to the struggles of young
When their fucking parents were unaware of their
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again,
it's hysterical
I chuckle, cause everybody bloodies their bare
knuckles, yeah uh-oh
Better beware knuckleheads, the sign of my
hustle says don't knock
The doors broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
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 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
past until I'm passed out
Completely brain dead Rainman, going a
bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch if you shoot me a look, it better be a
blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas
I'm angrier than all eight other reindeer
Put together with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme, bitch
And quit tryna look for a fuckin' reason for it that
ain't there
But I still am a CRIMINAL
Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my
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 send is:
Dad, I'm back at it again, yeah