Song | Rhyme Or Reason |
Artist | Eminem |
Album | The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (Deluxe) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:03.400] | Yeah, Yeah... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
[00:06.700] | |
[00:07.890] | (What's your name?) Marshall |
[00:10.330] | (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one |
[00:12.690] | My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon |
[00:14.390] | And had me on the back of a motorcycle |
[00:17.140] | Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco |
[00:19.280] | It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun |
[00:21.020] | Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum |
[00:23.710] | About to explode all over the canvas |
[00:25.150] | Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm |
[00:27.150] | (Your music usually has them) |
[00:28.900] | (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't |
[00:30.960] | Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan) |
[00:32.960] | |
[00:34.640] | A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining |
[00:36.630] | |
[00:37.260] | But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and |
[00:39.510] | Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting |
[00:42.510] | (puke) Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk |
[00:44.700] | Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog |
[00:46.820] | Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..) |
[00:49.640] | Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small |
[00:52.260] | (It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls |
[00:54.640] | Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD |
[00:57.700] | So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card |
[01:00.320] | Hip hop ain't dying on my watch |
[01:01.640] | But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams |
[01:09.690] | Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give |
[01:19.380] | Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone |
[01:25.760] | Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing |
[01:34.070] | Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall |
[01:36.510] | (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder |
[01:40.380] | (Is he rich like me?) Haha |
[01:42.690] | (Has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live?) |
[01:51.760] | NO |
[01:52.480] | If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad |
[01:55.040] | I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad |
[01:58.860] | Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens |
[02:01.790] | When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and |
[02:04.230] | Makes you want to get up and start dancing |
[02:06.480] | Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping |
[02:08.980] | Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank |
[02:11.480] | Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department |
[02:14.040] | With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart |
[02:16.360] | With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content |
[02:19.610] | Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding |
[02:21.040] | The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a |
[02:24.290] | Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea |
[02:27.480] | Guil-ty, cause I sparked a, Revolution |
[02:28.980] | Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap |
[02:31.480] | To take it to the next level, boost it |
[02:33.720] | But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it… |
[02:35.720] | (Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me? |
[02:38.950] | Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns |
[02:41.380] | That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep? |
[02:44.010] | But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper |
[02:46.510] | Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch |
[02:48.010] | Cause its the… |
[02:48.60] | It's the time of the season, when hate runs high |
[02:56.76] | And this time, I won't give it to you easy |
[03:00.89] | When I take back what's mine with pleasured hands |
[03:06.21] | And torture everyone, that is my plan |
[03:10.29] | My job here isn't done |
[03:12.78] | Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing So |
[03:21.06] | (What's your name?) Shady |
[03:23.79] | (Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder |
[03:26.72] | (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha |
[03:29.55] | (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?) |
[03:39.00] | So yeah, Dad, let's walk |
[03:40.64] | Let's have us a father and son talk |
[03:42.54] | But I bet we wouldn't probably get one block |
[03:44.28] | Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault |
[03:47.51] | Maybe that's why I'm so bananas, I a-ppealed to all those walks |
[03:50.34] | Of life, Whoever had strife |
[03:52.18] | Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like |
[03:54.07] | Cause I, related to the struggles |
[03:56.02] | Of young America when their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles |
[03:58.75] | Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, it's hysterical |
[04:01.30] | I chuckle, as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles |
[04:03.64] | Yeah uh-oh, better beware knuckle- |
[04:05.35] | Heads, the sign of my hustle |
[04:07.04] | Says "Don't knock" |
[04:07.88] | The doors broken, it won't lock |
[04:09.42] | It might just fly open, get cold-cocked |
[04:11.36] | You critics come to pay me a visit? |
[04:12.96] | Misery loves company, please stay a minute |
[04:14.36] | Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip |
[04:16.80] | If you dish it but can't take it, too busy getting |
[04:18.69] | Stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out |
[04:22.42] | Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion until I'm passed out |
[04:28.04] | Completely brain dead, Rain Man |
[04:29.49] | Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair |
[04:31.33] | So, bitch, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare |
[04:33.87] | Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier |
[04:35.63] | Than all eight other reindeer |
[04:36.97] | Put together with Chief Keef cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah |
[04:40.41] | Even this rhyme, bitch, and quit trying look for a fucking reason for it that ain't there |
[04:44.49] | But I still am a "Criminal!" |
[04:45.50] | Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my genitals |
[04:47.57] | The last Mathers LP done went diamond, this time I'm predicting this one will go emerald |
[04:52.84] | When will the madness end, how can it when |
[04:54.09] | There's no method to the pad and pen |
[04:55.69] | The only message that I have to send |
[04:57.88] | Is, Dad, I'm back at it again |
[05:00.62] | Yeah... (Who's your daddy?) |
[00:03.400] | Yeah, Yeah... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
[00:06.700] | |
[00:07.890] | What' s your name? Marshall |
[00:10.330] | Who' s your daddy? I don' t have one |
[00:12.690] | My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon |
[00:14.390] | And had me on the back of a motorcycle |
[00:17.140] | Then crashed in the side of locomotive with rap, I' m loco |
[00:19.280] | It' s like handing a psycho a loaded handgun |
[00:21.020] | Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum |
[00:23.710] | About to explode all over the canvas |
[00:25.150] | Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm |
[00:27.150] | Your music usually has them |
[00:28.900] | But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn' t |
[00:30.960] | Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan |
[00:32.960] | |
[00:34.640] | A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining |
[00:36.630] | |
[00:37.260] | But docile and impossible to explain and, I' m also vain and |
[00:39.510] | Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting |
[00:42.510] | puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk |
[00:44.700] | Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog |
[00:46.820] | Can' t even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, oh.. |
[00:49.640] | Its on a rampage, couldn' t see what I wrote I write small |
[00:52.260] | It says Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls |
[00:54.640] | Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD |
[00:57.700] | So as long as I' m on the clock punching this time card |
[01:00.320] | Hip hop ain' t dying on my watch |
[01:01.640] | But sometimes, when I' m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams |
[01:09.690] | Is she taken? Is she mine? Don' t got, I don' t care, don' t have two shits to give |
[01:19.380] | Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone |
[01:25.760] | Cause there' s no rhyme or no reason for nothing |
[01:34.070] | Nah, Whats your name? Marshall |
[01:36.510] | Who' s your daddy? I don' t know him, but I wonder |
[01:40.380] | Is he rich like me? Haha |
[01:42.690] | Has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live? |
[01:51.760] | NO |
[01:52.480] | If he had, he wouldn' t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad |
[01:55.040] | I wouldn' t be so mad, my attitude wouldn' t be so bad, yeah, dad |
[01:58.860] | Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens |
[02:01.790] | When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and |
[02:04.230] | Makes you want to get up and start dancing |
[02:06.480] | Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping |
[02:08.980] | Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank |
[02:11.480] | Lamping in my KMart mansion, I' m in the style department |
[02:14.040] | With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart |
[02:16.360] | With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content |
[02:19.610] | Completely, despondent, and condescending |
[02:21.040] | The king of nonsense and controversy in on, a |
[02:24.290] | Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea |
[02:27.480] | Guilty, cause I sparked a, Revolution |
[02:28.980] | Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap |
[02:31.480] | To take it to the next level, boost it |
[02:33.720] | But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it |
[02:35.720] | Hip hop is the devil' s music Is that me? It belongs to me? |
[02:38.950] | Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns |
[02:41.380] | That don' t honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep? |
[02:44.010] | But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper |
[02:46.510] | Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch |
[02:48.010] | Cause its the |
[02:48.60] | It' s the time of the season, when hate runs high |
[02:56.76] | And this time, I won' t give it to you easy |
[03:00.89] | When I take back what' s mine with pleasured hands |
[03:06.21] | And torture everyone, that is my plan |
[03:10.29] | My job here isn' t done |
[03:12.78] | Cause there' s no rhyme or no reason for nothing So |
[03:21.06] | What' s your name? Shady |
[03:23.79] | Who' s your daddy? I don' t give a fuck, but I wonder |
[03:26.72] | Is he rich like me? Doubt it, ha |
[03:29.55] | Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live? |
[03:39.00] | So yeah, Dad, let' s walk |
[03:40.64] | Let' s have us a father and son talk |
[03:42.54] | But I bet we wouldn' t probably get one block |
[03:44.28] | Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault |
[03:47.51] | Maybe that' s why I' m so bananas, I appealed to all those walks |
[03:50.34] | Of life, Whoever had strife |
[03:52.18] | Maybe that' s what dad and son talks are like |
[03:54.07] | Cause I, related to the struggles |
[03:56.02] | Of young America when their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles |
[03:58.75] | Now they' re ripping out their fucking hair again, it' s hysterical |
[04:01.30] | I chuckle, as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles |
[04:03.64] | Yeah uhoh, better beware knuckle |
[04:05.35] | Heads, the sign of my hustle |
[04:07.04] | Says " Don' t knock" |
[04:07.88] | The doors broken, it won' t lock |
[04:09.42] | It might just fly open, get coldcocked |
[04:11.36] | You critics come to pay me a visit? |
[04:12.96] | Misery loves company, please stay a minute |
[04:14.36] | Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip |
[04:16.80] | If you dish it but can' t take it, too busy getting |
[04:18.69] | Stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out |
[04:22.42] | Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word cause I' m promoting my passion until I' m passed out |
[04:28.04] | Completely brain dead, Rain Man |
[04:29.49] | Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair |
[04:31.33] | So, bitch, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare |
[04:33.87] | Or get shanked in the pancreas, I' m angrier |
[04:35.63] | Than all eight other reindeer |
[04:36.97] | Put together with Chief Keef cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah |
[04:40.41] | Even this rhyme, bitch, and quit trying look for a fucking reason for it that ain' t there |
[04:44.49] | But I still am a " Criminal!" |
[04:45.50] | Tenyearold degenerate grabbing on my genitals |
[04:47.57] | The last Mathers LP done went diamond, this time I' m predicting this one will go emerald |
[04:52.84] | When will the madness end, how can it when |
[04:54.09] | There' s no method to the pad and pen |
[04:55.69] | The only message that I have to send |
[04:57.88] | Is, Dad, I' m back at it again |
[05:00.62] | Yeah... Who' s your daddy? |
[00:03.400] | Yeah, Yeah... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
[00:06.700] | |
[00:07.890] | What' s your name? Marshall |
[00:10.330] | Who' s your daddy? I don' t have one |
[00:12.690] | My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon |
[00:14.390] | And had me on the back of a motorcycle |
[00:17.140] | Then crashed in the side of locomotive with rap, I' m loco |
[00:19.280] | It' s like handing a psycho a loaded handgun |
[00:21.020] | Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum |
[00:23.710] | About to explode all over the canvas |
[00:25.150] | Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm |
[00:27.150] | Your music usually has them |
[00:28.900] | But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn' t |
[00:30.960] | Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan |
[00:32.960] | |
[00:34.640] | A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining |
[00:36.630] | |
[00:37.260] | But docile and impossible to explain and, I' m also vain and |
[00:39.510] | Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting |
[00:42.510] | puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk |
[00:44.700] | Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog |
[00:46.820] | Can' t even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, oh.. |
[00:49.640] | Its on a rampage, couldn' t see what I wrote I write small |
[00:52.260] | It says Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls |
[00:54.640] | Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD |
[00:57.700] | So as long as I' m on the clock punching this time card |
[01:00.320] | Hip hop ain' t dying on my watch |
[01:01.640] | But sometimes, when I' m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams |
[01:09.690] | Is she taken? Is she mine? Don' t got, I don' t care, don' t have two shits to give |
[01:19.380] | Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone |
[01:25.760] | Cause there' s no rhyme or no reason for nothing |
[01:34.070] | Nah, Whats your name? Marshall |
[01:36.510] | Who' s your daddy? I don' t know him, but I wonder |
[01:40.380] | Is he rich like me? Haha |
[01:42.690] | Has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live? |
[01:51.760] | NO |
[01:52.480] | If he had, he wouldn' t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad |
[01:55.040] | I wouldn' t be so mad, my attitude wouldn' t be so bad, yeah, dad |
[01:58.860] | Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens |
[02:01.790] | When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and |
[02:04.230] | Makes you want to get up and start dancing |
[02:06.480] | Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping |
[02:08.980] | Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank |
[02:11.480] | Lamping in my KMart mansion, I' m in the style department |
[02:14.040] | With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart |
[02:16.360] | With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content |
[02:19.610] | Completely, despondent, and condescending |
[02:21.040] | The king of nonsense and controversy in on, a |
[02:24.290] | Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea |
[02:27.480] | Guilty, cause I sparked a, Revolution |
[02:28.980] | Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap |
[02:31.480] | To take it to the next level, boost it |
[02:33.720] | But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it |
[02:35.720] | Hip hop is the devil' s music Is that me? It belongs to me? |
[02:38.950] | Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns |
[02:41.380] | That don' t honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep? |
[02:44.010] | But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper |
[02:46.510] | Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch |
[02:48.010] | Cause its the |
[02:48.60] | It' s the time of the season, when hate runs high |
[02:56.76] | And this time, I won' t give it to you easy |
[03:00.89] | When I take back what' s mine with pleasured hands |
[03:06.21] | And torture everyone, that is my plan |
[03:10.29] | My job here isn' t done |
[03:12.78] | Cause there' s no rhyme or no reason for nothing So |
[03:21.06] | What' s your name? Shady |
[03:23.79] | Who' s your daddy? I don' t give a fuck, but I wonder |
[03:26.72] | Is he rich like me? Doubt it, ha |
[03:29.55] | Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live? |
[03:39.00] | So yeah, Dad, let' s walk |
[03:40.64] | Let' s have us a father and son talk |
[03:42.54] | But I bet we wouldn' t probably get one block |
[03:44.28] | Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault |
[03:47.51] | Maybe that' s why I' m so bananas, I appealed to all those walks |
[03:50.34] | Of life, Whoever had strife |
[03:52.18] | Maybe that' s what dad and son talks are like |
[03:54.07] | Cause I, related to the struggles |
[03:56.02] | Of young America when their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles |
[03:58.75] | Now they' re ripping out their fucking hair again, it' s hysterical |
[04:01.30] | I chuckle, as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles |
[04:03.64] | Yeah uhoh, better beware knuckle |
[04:05.35] | Heads, the sign of my hustle |
[04:07.04] | Says " Don' t knock" |
[04:07.88] | The doors broken, it won' t lock |
[04:09.42] | It might just fly open, get coldcocked |
[04:11.36] | You critics come to pay me a visit? |
[04:12.96] | Misery loves company, please stay a minute |
[04:14.36] | Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip |
[04:16.80] | If you dish it but can' t take it, too busy getting |
[04:18.69] | Stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out |
[04:22.42] | Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word cause I' m promoting my passion until I' m passed out |
[04:28.04] | Completely brain dead, Rain Man |
[04:29.49] | Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair |
[04:31.33] | So, bitch, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare |
[04:33.87] | Or get shanked in the pancreas, I' m angrier |
[04:35.63] | Than all eight other reindeer |
[04:36.97] | Put together with Chief Keef cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah |
[04:40.41] | Even this rhyme, bitch, and quit trying look for a fucking reason for it that ain' t there |
[04:44.49] | But I still am a " Criminal!" |
[04:45.50] | Tenyearold degenerate grabbing on my genitals |
[04:47.57] | The last Mathers LP done went diamond, this time I' m predicting this one will go emerald |
[04:52.84] | When will the madness end, how can it when |
[04:54.09] | There' s no method to the pad and pen |
[04:55.69] | The only message that I have to send |
[04:57.88] | Is, Dad, I' m back at it again |
[05:00.62] | Yeah... Who' s your daddy? |