EMINEM - RHYME OR REASON SONG WITH LYRICS

What's your name? Marshall, Who's your daddy? I don't have one, 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
About 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 hasn't
Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan, A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and, Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk, Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, oh! Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls, 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 card, Hip hop ain't dying on my watch

But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone
Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing

Nah, Whats your name? Marshall, Who’s your daddy? I don’t know him, but I wonder
Is he rich like me? Haha! Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live? 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 happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be rapping, Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department, With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content
Completely, despondent, and condescending, The king of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea, Guilty, cause I sparked a, revolution
Rebel without a cause, 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 Is that me? It belongs to me?
Cuz 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 whisper, Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, Cause it's the

But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone
Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing

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

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 knocking your block off
This is all your fault, Maybe that's why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of like, Whoever had strife, Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
Cause I related to the struggles of Young America, When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, It's a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles, Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
The sound 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 pay to 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, and you wonder why I lash out, Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
Spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion till I'm passed out
A completely brain dead Rainman, Doing 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 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef, Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look, For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a CRIMINAL, Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS
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 the pad and pen
The only message that I have to say is, Dad, I'm back at it again Bitch