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Rhyme Or Reason

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2016-12-23

  Rhyme Or Reason - Eminem

  Yeah, Yeah... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

  (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 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

  Uh, 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 isle apart

  With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content

  Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding

  The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a

  Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea

  Guil-ty, 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 its the…

  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 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

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