作词 : Demond Price/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto
作曲 : Demond Price/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto
Yeah, brr
Uh
Brr, brr, brr
Brr, brr, brr
Machine
Brr
It's not a game, *****
Brr, brr
It's not a ******' game, *****
Brr, brr, brr
Look, look
Ayo, I use the Arm and Hammer just to fluff my brick
Say what I wanna say and I don't give a ****, I'm rich
Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my ****
I tell you *****s like Kyrie, suck my ****
I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my *****
Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist
I sweat Ace of Spades, *****, that's how much I sip
Body a rap ***** quick before the Dutch got twist
Ayo, let's roll something, the Saudi ring, this is not a thing
The chopper make your body lean, my *****s body things
Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team
On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans
Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine?
My name, it probably ring like Los Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything under your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmans when I swirled the 'caine
Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane
My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game
Bricks of off-white, I imported some
Whippin' all night until the morning come
Still picture long nights until my porcher come
That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s
Ayo, they think this **** a game, *****
Ayo, they think this **** a game
Ayo, they think this **** a game until I pull up, let it ring
Until I pull up, let it ring, until I pull up, let it ring
Ayo, they think this **** a game, *****
Ayo, they think this **** a game
Ayo, they think this **** a game until I pull up, let it bang
Until I pull up, let it bang, until I pull up, let it bang
I used to be a man of the people, hit the clubs and mingle
Used to dream I'd be ******' pink like a flamingo
That was back when I smoked Canibus
Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his
So it sucked to hand him his ass
But Yeah lookin' back on my feud time
Me and Ja Rule almost got cool 'cause we shot pool back in '01
Was it '02? I don't know but something told me ******' not to
Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo
Yeah, but I think of the rappers
I slayed and buried like every night
In every career, I might've killed,
Sometimes, I say a prayer and I
Wonder, is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice?
Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise
Look, here mic, there mic, everywhere mic, share and share alike
But just don't compare alike,
Instead of comparin' me, pick a fairer fight
Compare me to lightning,
That similarity's strikin', compare me to Jaws
Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles,
Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac
Do not compare me to that Iggy *****
Or all this ******' Milli Vanilli hip-hop
This is where all that silly **** stops,
Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought
The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get ****ed,
I'm sendin' a shot, don't come around
With them floss raps, tryna stunt,
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm pickin' 'em off
They're goin' home to **** Nicki Minaj,
Aw, compare me to ****ity dose
Yeah, I'm hickity-hittin' it raw, ha, in the trailer park
Told her I played the part like Jaden Sparks,
Ate a twat like a tater tot, oh ****
Get the strap like a trainin' bra,
Lunchtime like I ate a clock,
But Shady's not for the faint of heart
Goin' at these *****s like Lorraine and Bob, if y'all want drama
We can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans,
Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God
Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin',
I **** back, aim, and I spray it like "Bang"