Marshall Mathers

Родной город - AMERIKA. Рожден в год Кролика по китайскому гороскопу, знак зодиака Девы. В настоящий момент Marshall 50 лет, женат. Из открытых источников получены следующие сведения: информация о высшем и среднем образовании.

"Hellbound (H&H Remix)"(feat. J-Black, Masta Ase) [Announcer] Welcome back, to the stage of history [Eminem] Yo.. Slim Shady! Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll.. I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you (Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal I ain't tryin to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes [Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)] I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot One day we all gon' die But when I die, I'ma be so high that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock Now if I pray everynight (night) Do I still have to hold my trey very tight? You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nor*th*face Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith Angels greet me but I don't reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? [Chorus 1/2] [Announcer] Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns Final battle, fight! [Masta Ace] Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care [Chorus] [J-Black] But every time I take a step, it gets dim.. Tell me is this hell we're livin in? Haha.. [Announcer] Time's up! You lose!

I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless, Patrolling corners, Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters, I'm meaner in action, Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?), And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments, I grew up in the wild hood, As a hazardous youth, With a fucked up childhood, That I used as an excuse, And aint shit changed, But kept the same mindstate, Since the third time that I failed 9th grade, You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it, I don't promote violence I just encourage it, I laugh at the sight of death, As I fall down a cement flight of steps, And land inside a bed of spider webs, So throw caution to the wind, You and a friend, Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again, Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, I'm blowing mine out, Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now, , It's only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns, And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord, Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board, That smashed into your Honda Accord, With a 4 door Ford, But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella, The choppa (?) fella, The mozarella, Worse than a hellacopta propella, Got you locked in the cella, With your skeleton showing, Developing anorexia, While I'm standin next to ya, Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death, With an IV in your veins, Feeding you liquid darvicet, Pumping you full of drugs, Pull the plugs, On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs, Who were picked up in an ambulance, And driven, To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants, And given, A less than 20 percent chance, Of living, Have a possible placement, It's a hospital patient, Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement, Doctor Kevorkian has arrived, To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!", Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp, And pulling your adams apple out through