Lucifer
[00:00.000] 作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/Thomas Cheval/S. Jordan/Andreas Holten/Hans van Hemert
[00:00.040] 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/Thomas Cheval/S. Jordan/Andreas Holten/Hans van Hemert
[00:00.080]The coup de grâce is the final shot
[00:03.534]Right between the eyes
[00:06.375]Also known as the kill shot
[00:07.127]Haha, people, yeah
[00:09.964]Something to stop the pain
[00:11.633]Woo, it feels so good to be (Bad)
[00:15.619]Alright, here we go, alright, I'ma start this, I got it
[00:16.119]Bad
[00:18.230]Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter
[00:20.622]And TikTok 'cause they so damn ticked off, bitter
[00:23.556]They want me to bounce like a fabric softener (Like what?)
[00:26.538]"We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with 'em" (Alright)
[00:29.121]But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic
[00:32.271]Is like havin' Steady B and Cool C in the ride (What?)
[00:35.146]Like we rap, and did a little bank robbery on the side
[00:38.191]So they want beef, we can make like Bonnie and collide
[00:41.836]Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait
[00:45.023]Least he didn't miss me graduate (Okay, yeah, great)
[00:48.190]But, Mom, do I still act eight?
[00:50.106]Uh, maybe a little, Debbie, like a snack cake (What? Slut)
[00:54.607]But if this is what he do to his mom
[00:56.578]Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed
[00:59.570]And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond
[01:02.492]Is ludicrous, Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
[01:05.397]Must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
[01:08.227]Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
[01:10.102]Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
[01:14.130]And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah, wait, what the ****? Where'd I put my—)
[01:18.638]I think someone messed with my meds probably (Yo, who took my—)
[01:20.661]I bet it's my ex, Molly, that I bludgeoned to death
[01:23.285]Already severed the head, I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting
[01:26.681]So it's breakfast in bed if I wake up next to a dead body (Ah)
[01:29.806]Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises
[01:32.644]Hallucinations, delusions, abusive, my language usage
[01:35.622]They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music
[01:38.652]It's lunacy, treat the beat like a choice, Shady chews it
[01:42.570]Now all I see is dollar signs, losers
[01:44.846]Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters (Like them Columbine shooters)
[01:49.154]I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)
[01:52.105]Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)
[01:55.099]Yeah, they listen to me, like when Manson spoke (Shh)
[01:58.123]They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (Haha)
[02:01.129]Bitch, the ****in' elevator in my mansion's broke (See?)
[02:03.952]I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (Damn)
[02:06.976]And Candace O, I ain't mad at her (Ah)
[02:08.850]I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her
[02:11.874]Laugh at her, like them crackers she's backin', after her back is turned
[02:14.893]In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new White Lives Matter shirt (Haha, nope)
[02:18.207]Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt
[02:20.178]Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth
[02:22.952]Call her "Grand Wizard", "Klandace", or "Grand Dragon," or (Yeah, Haha)
[02:25.387]Like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (Why? Why?)
[02:28.056]But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants, and I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her
[02:33.167]My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word
[02:35.843]Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards
[02:38.263]We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?
[02:41.848]'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (Slut)
[02:45.530]But if this is what he do to his mom (Pfft)
[02:47.605]Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed (Haha)
[02:50.545]And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond
[02:53.497]Is ludicrous, Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
[02:56.213]This must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
[02:59.237]Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
[03:01.140]Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
[03:05.131]And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)
[03:08.865]So whether you friend, or you are foe (Whoa)
[03:11.236]Far as bars go, even ****in' retards know (Yeah)
[03:14.096]That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (Whoa)
[03:17.248]Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (Yeah, yeah)
[03:20.087]But, Marshall
[03:21.291]You're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse and
[03:24.263]It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal, cursin'
[03:27.345]Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world and
[03:29.487]Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?
[03:33.202]But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (What?)
[03:36.229]With every line that I recite, them PC police try
[03:39.575]To throw me in jail with no bail, like a peace prize
[03:42.613]For all of them years, they reduced me to tears (What? Yeah)
[03:45.351]Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (What?)
[03:48.979]Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (Mmm)
[03:51.598]They made me eat shit, I fed it back to 'em three times (Shit, yeah)
[03:54.513]Stepfather's the only one I ever been beat by (What? Haha)
[03:58.837]Squeeze mics like Burmese py— (Yeah)
[04:00.706]'Thons, here's for each time (What?)
[04:02.125]You sleep on the flow, ho, you hear these strings climb (What? Yeah)
[04:05.070]You reap what you sow, so first I must weave rhymes (So what? Yeah)
[04:08.602]So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes
[04:11.052]In a state of disbelief, my
[04:12.730]Genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Trait, the gap)
[04:16.269]Least that's what it seems like
[04:17.815]And I'm Lucifer and Dre's the producer for the antichrist
[00:00.040] 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/Thomas Cheval/S. Jordan/Andreas Holten/Hans van Hemert
[00:00.080]The coup de grâce is the final shot
[00:03.534]Right between the eyes
[00:06.375]Also known as the kill shot
[00:07.127]Haha, people, yeah
[00:09.964]Something to stop the pain
[00:11.633]Woo, it feels so good to be (Bad)
[00:15.619]Alright, here we go, alright, I'ma start this, I got it
[00:16.119]Bad
[00:18.230]Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter
[00:20.622]And TikTok 'cause they so damn ticked off, bitter
[00:23.556]They want me to bounce like a fabric softener (Like what?)
[00:26.538]"We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with 'em" (Alright)
[00:29.121]But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic
[00:32.271]Is like havin' Steady B and Cool C in the ride (What?)
[00:35.146]Like we rap, and did a little bank robbery on the side
[00:38.191]So they want beef, we can make like Bonnie and collide
[00:41.836]Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait
[00:45.023]Least he didn't miss me graduate (Okay, yeah, great)
[00:48.190]But, Mom, do I still act eight?
[00:50.106]Uh, maybe a little, Debbie, like a snack cake (What? Slut)
[00:54.607]But if this is what he do to his mom
[00:56.578]Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed
[00:59.570]And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond
[01:02.492]Is ludicrous, Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
[01:05.397]Must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
[01:08.227]Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
[01:10.102]Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
[01:14.130]And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah, wait, what the ****? Where'd I put my—)
[01:18.638]I think someone messed with my meds probably (Yo, who took my—)
[01:20.661]I bet it's my ex, Molly, that I bludgeoned to death
[01:23.285]Already severed the head, I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting
[01:26.681]So it's breakfast in bed if I wake up next to a dead body (Ah)
[01:29.806]Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises
[01:32.644]Hallucinations, delusions, abusive, my language usage
[01:35.622]They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music
[01:38.652]It's lunacy, treat the beat like a choice, Shady chews it
[01:42.570]Now all I see is dollar signs, losers
[01:44.846]Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters (Like them Columbine shooters)
[01:49.154]I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)
[01:52.105]Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)
[01:55.099]Yeah, they listen to me, like when Manson spoke (Shh)
[01:58.123]They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (Haha)
[02:01.129]Bitch, the ****in' elevator in my mansion's broke (See?)
[02:03.952]I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (Damn)
[02:06.976]And Candace O, I ain't mad at her (Ah)
[02:08.850]I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her
[02:11.874]Laugh at her, like them crackers she's backin', after her back is turned
[02:14.893]In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new White Lives Matter shirt (Haha, nope)
[02:18.207]Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt
[02:20.178]Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth
[02:22.952]Call her "Grand Wizard", "Klandace", or "Grand Dragon," or (Yeah, Haha)
[02:25.387]Like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (Why? Why?)
[02:28.056]But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants, and I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her
[02:33.167]My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word
[02:35.843]Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards
[02:38.263]We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?
[02:41.848]'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (Slut)
[02:45.530]But if this is what he do to his mom (Pfft)
[02:47.605]Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed (Haha)
[02:50.545]And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond
[02:53.497]Is ludicrous, Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
[02:56.213]This must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
[02:59.237]Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
[03:01.140]Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
[03:05.131]And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)
[03:08.865]So whether you friend, or you are foe (Whoa)
[03:11.236]Far as bars go, even ****in' retards know (Yeah)
[03:14.096]That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (Whoa)
[03:17.248]Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (Yeah, yeah)
[03:20.087]But, Marshall
[03:21.291]You're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse and
[03:24.263]It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal, cursin'
[03:27.345]Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world and
[03:29.487]Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?
[03:33.202]But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (What?)
[03:36.229]With every line that I recite, them PC police try
[03:39.575]To throw me in jail with no bail, like a peace prize
[03:42.613]For all of them years, they reduced me to tears (What? Yeah)
[03:45.351]Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (What?)
[03:48.979]Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (Mmm)
[03:51.598]They made me eat shit, I fed it back to 'em three times (Shit, yeah)
[03:54.513]Stepfather's the only one I ever been beat by (What? Haha)
[03:58.837]Squeeze mics like Burmese py— (Yeah)
[04:00.706]'Thons, here's for each time (What?)
[04:02.125]You sleep on the flow, ho, you hear these strings climb (What? Yeah)
[04:05.070]You reap what you sow, so first I must weave rhymes (So what? Yeah)
[04:08.602]So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes
[04:11.052]In a state of disbelief, my
[04:12.730]Genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Trait, the gap)
[04:16.269]Least that's what it seems like
[04:17.815]And I'm Lucifer and Dre's the producer for the antichrist
作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/Thomas Cheval/S. Jordan/Andreas Holten/Hans van Hemert
作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/Thomas Cheval/S. Jordan/Andreas Holten/Hans van Hemert
The coup de grâce is the final shot
Right between the eyes
Also known as the kill shot
Haha, people, yeah
Something to stop the pain
Woo, it feels so good to be (Bad)
Alright, here we go, alright, I'ma start this, I got it
Bad
Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter
And TikTok 'cause they so damn ticked off, bitter
They want me to bounce like a fabric softener (Like what?)
"We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with 'em" (Alright)
But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic
Is like havin' Steady B and Cool C in the ride (What?)
Like we rap, and did a little bank robbery on the side
So they want beef, we can make like Bonnie and collide
Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait
Least he didn't miss me graduate (Okay, yeah, great)
But, Mom, do I still act eight?
Uh, maybe a little, Debbie, like a snack cake (What? Slut)
But if this is what he do to his mom
Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed
And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond
Is ludicrous, Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
Must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah, wait, what the ****? Where'd I put my—)
I think someone messed with my meds probably (Yo, who took my—)
I bet it's my ex, Molly, that I bludgeoned to death
Already severed the head, I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting
So it's breakfast in bed if I wake up next to a dead body (Ah)
Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises
Hallucinations, delusions, abusive, my language usage
They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music
It's lunacy, treat the beat like a choice, Shady chews it
Now all I see is dollar signs, losers
Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters (Like them Columbine shooters)
I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)
Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)
Yeah, they listen to me, like when Manson spoke (Shh)
They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (Haha)
Bitch, the ****in' elevator in my mansion's broke (See?)
I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (Damn)
And Candace O, I ain't mad at her (Ah)
I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her
Laugh at her, like them crackers she's backin', after her back is turned
In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new White Lives Matter shirt (Haha, nope)
Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt
Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth
Call her "Grand Wizard", "Klandace", or "Grand Dragon," or (Yeah, Haha)
Like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (Why? Why?)
But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants, and I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her
My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word
Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards
We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?
'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (Slut)
But if this is what he do to his mom (Pfft)
Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed (Haha)
And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond
Is ludicrous, Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
This must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)
So whether you friend, or you are foe (Whoa)
Far as bars go, even ****in' retards know (Yeah)
That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (Whoa)
Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (Yeah, yeah)
But, Marshall
You're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse and
It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal, cursin'
Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world and
Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?
But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (What?)
With every line that I recite, them PC police try
To throw me in jail with no bail, like a peace prize
For all of them years, they reduced me to tears (What? Yeah)
Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (What?)
Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (Mmm)
They made me eat shit, I fed it back to 'em three times (Shit, yeah)
Stepfather's the only one I ever been beat by (What? Haha)
Squeeze mics like Burmese py— (Yeah)
'Thons, here's for each time (What?)
You sleep on the flow, ho, you hear these strings climb (What? Yeah)
You reap what you sow, so first I must weave rhymes (So what? Yeah)
So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes
In a state of disbelief, my
Genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Trait, the gap)
Least that's what it seems like
And I'm Lucifer and Dre's the producer for the antichrist
作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/Thomas Cheval/S. Jordan/Andreas Holten/Hans van Hemert
The coup de grâce is the final shot
Right between the eyes
Also known as the kill shot
Haha, people, yeah
Something to stop the pain
Woo, it feels so good to be (Bad)
Alright, here we go, alright, I'ma start this, I got it
Bad
Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter
And TikTok 'cause they so damn ticked off, bitter
They want me to bounce like a fabric softener (Like what?)
"We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with 'em" (Alright)
But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic
Is like havin' Steady B and Cool C in the ride (What?)
Like we rap, and did a little bank robbery on the side
So they want beef, we can make like Bonnie and collide
Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait
Least he didn't miss me graduate (Okay, yeah, great)
But, Mom, do I still act eight?
Uh, maybe a little, Debbie, like a snack cake (What? Slut)
But if this is what he do to his mom
Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed
And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond
Is ludicrous, Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
Must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah, wait, what the ****? Where'd I put my—)
I think someone messed with my meds probably (Yo, who took my—)
I bet it's my ex, Molly, that I bludgeoned to death
Already severed the head, I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting
So it's breakfast in bed if I wake up next to a dead body (Ah)
Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises
Hallucinations, delusions, abusive, my language usage
They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music
It's lunacy, treat the beat like a choice, Shady chews it
Now all I see is dollar signs, losers
Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters (Like them Columbine shooters)
I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)
Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)
Yeah, they listen to me, like when Manson spoke (Shh)
They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (Haha)
Bitch, the ****in' elevator in my mansion's broke (See?)
I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (Damn)
And Candace O, I ain't mad at her (Ah)
I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her
Laugh at her, like them crackers she's backin', after her back is turned
In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new White Lives Matter shirt (Haha, nope)
Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt
Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth
Call her "Grand Wizard", "Klandace", or "Grand Dragon," or (Yeah, Haha)
Like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (Why? Why?)
But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants, and I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her
My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word
Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards
We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?
'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (Slut)
But if this is what he do to his mom (Pfft)
Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed (Haha)
And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond
Is ludicrous, Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
This must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)
So whether you friend, or you are foe (Whoa)
Far as bars go, even ****in' retards know (Yeah)
That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (Whoa)
Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (Yeah, yeah)
But, Marshall
You're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse and
It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal, cursin'
Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world and
Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?
But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (What?)
With every line that I recite, them PC police try
To throw me in jail with no bail, like a peace prize
For all of them years, they reduced me to tears (What? Yeah)
Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (What?)
Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (Mmm)
They made me eat shit, I fed it back to 'em three times (Shit, yeah)
Stepfather's the only one I ever been beat by (What? Haha)
Squeeze mics like Burmese py— (Yeah)
'Thons, here's for each time (What?)
You sleep on the flow, ho, you hear these strings climb (What? Yeah)
You reap what you sow, so first I must weave rhymes (So what? Yeah)
So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes
In a state of disbelief, my
Genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Trait, the gap)
Least that's what it seems like
And I'm Lucifer and Dre's the producer for the antichrist
