Freestyle #2 (Live From Tramps, New York / 1999|Explicit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers

Composed by：Marshall Mathers

Hand me an eighth beam me up and land me in space

I'mma' sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Mae

I'm more than ill

Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill

Human horror film

But with a lot funnier plot and people that feel me

Cause I'mma' still be the Madd Rapper

Whether I got money or not

As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot

I'll be in a canoe paddlin' makin' fun of your yacht

But I would like an award

For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source

And a wardrobe I can afford

Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford

And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for

Everybody's pissin' me off even the No Limit Tank

Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off

No wonder I'm a great danger to my health

Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself