Kill You
 作词 : Marshall Mathers/Andre R. Young/Melvin Charles Bradford
 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Andre R. Young/Melvin Charles Bradford
When I was just a little baby boy, my mama used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older and I realized she was the crazy one
But there was nothing I could do or say to try to change it 'cause that's just the way was she was
They said I can't rap about being broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (Ah!)
Slut, you think I won't choke no whore till her vocal cords don't work in her throat no more? (Ah!)
These mother****ers are thinkin' I'm playin', thinkin' I'm saying this shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it? (Ah!)
Put your hands down, bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you (Ah!)
Shut up, slut! You're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay, Ma?
Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusin' a whore, snortin' coke and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?
You goddamn right, bitch, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states
I invented violence, you vile, venomous, volatile bitches, Vain Vicodin, vrin, vrin, vrin
Texas Chainsaw left his brains all danglin' from his neck while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts
Bitch, I'ma kill you, you don't wanna **** with me
Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you, you ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead for poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
I said, you don't wanna **** with Shady ('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady will ****ing kill you
I said, you don't wanna **** with Shady (Why?)
'Cause Shady will ****ing kill you
Bitch, I'ma kill you, like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
In a closet with mildew sheets, pillows, and film you
Buck with me, I've been through hell, shut the hell up
I'm tryna develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't acid rap, but I rap on acid
Got a new blow up doll and just had a strap on added
Whoops, is that subliminal hint? No
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again?
Eminem offend? No, Eminem'll insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
To do it again, then if he does it again
You'll probably end up jumpin' out of something up on the tenth
Bitch, I'ma kill you, I ain't done, this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times in a tub
But that's normal, ain't it, Norman?
Serial killer hidin' murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Out of our minds and we want in yours, let us in
Or I'ma kill you, you don't wanna **** with me
Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you, you ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
I said, you don't wanna **** with Shady ('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady will ****ing kill you
I said, you don't wanna **** with Shady (Why?)
'Cause Shady will ****ing kill you
Know why I say these things
'Cause ladies screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
This eighty G's a week to say the same things tweece, twice
Whatever I hate these things
**** shots, I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Mother****ers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with 'em 'cause their ratings stink, **** that
I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor
From in school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin', I'm leavin' air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screaming for me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play, I got the machete from O. J.​
I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache
You faggots keep eggin' me on till I have you at knifepoint
Then you beg me to stop, shut up
Give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you
You hear me? Answer me
Or I'ma kill you, you don't wanna **** with me
Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you, you ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you
You don't wanna **** with Shady ('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady will ****ing kill you
I said, you don't wanna **** with Shady (Why not?)
'Cause Shady will ****ing kill you
I'm just playing, ladies, you know I love you