Antichrist

(Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson) Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Men, women, and children (One more time, come on) His name is Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Whores, men, women, and children (Yeah) (Verse 2: Eminem) Knock, knock (Who's there?), boo (Boo who?) Hey, why you cryin', shorty? Ew, 'cause I boo'd you (Woah) Well, bitch, I'm tryna get some head up in this Subaru But you have no clue what you doin', do you? You fall asleep or somethin'? Hello, yoo-hoo Wake up, fake slut, I'm out of here, screw you What, did you drop dead in my lap? You call that head? I suck my dick better than you do, haha Yeah, I'm sick like the terminally ill (What?) But more like sick as in the term "mentally ill" Antichrist, how come you can't be nice? Look who's talkin', dog, like Brian from Family Guy (Huh) But who else is as pitiless, actually witty and crass, hideous Ghastly, and insidious as me, or spitting as nasty? Next idiot ask me is getting his ass beat worse than Diddy did **** But on the real, though (What?) She probably ran out the room with his fuckin' dildo (Come here) He try to field goal punt her, she said to chill (No) Now put it back in my ass and get the steel toe (Ew, ah, the fuck? Yeah) Got nightmares, goin' Freddy on me (Why?) 'Cause they steady haunt me (Yeah, oh) Shady's bad to the core, but look at the bread he got me (Bread) Complete lack of remorse, so they've come at me before, but they won't ever stop me But fuck the back and the forth until I'm dead and rotting Head is probably whacked and it's warped like Jack Kevork' Performin' sexual acts with a corpse If they don't like it, like a necrophiliac in the morgue (What?), fuck everybody (Haha, yeah) I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children whose (What?) Parents fed every meal to you on a platter and silver spoon I am a product of what Farina and powdered milk'll do (What?) To your drive when them rappers like Jada bring out the will in you (Woo) 'Cause now my shit slaps harder than Will'll do, word to Gorilla Glue (Why?) I don't need sticky fingers to steal on you (Nah) Lyrical killer who punish you, every syllable sonnin' you (Yeah) Your hides, I tanned 'em like bicycles built for two Stickin' a clip in the Uz' that I've been itchin' to use, lookin' like Nikolas Cruz My trigger's happy, it's ticklish, true, Travis Bickle 'em too, we gettin' rude This shit'll go sideways like you're tippin' a canoe, bitch, I'm sick as the flu (Bitch) How the fuck are you gonna fit in my shoes? Look at my views, all the shit I've been through So, sympathy, I don't have any for you, stickin' it to all you idiots who Take my lyrics a little bit too literal, you can all suck on my dick and if you Don't wanna get ripped, better get the fuck back, bitch, I'm here to do what Dre sent me to do (What?) That's sinfully get to spitting this shit, devil in me and I do his bidding, his name is (Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson) Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Men, women, and children (One more time, come on) His name is Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Whores, men, women, and children (Yeah) (Verse 2: Eminem) Knock, knock (Who's there?), boo (Boo who?) Hey, why you cryin', shorty? Ew, 'cause I boo'd you (Woah) Well, bitch, I'm tryna get some head up in this Subaru But you have no clue what you doin', do you? You fall asleep or somethin'? Hello, yoo-hoo Wake up, fake slut, I'm out of here, screw you What, did you drop dead in my lap? You call that head? I suck my dick better than you do, haha Yeah, I'm sick like the terminally ill (What?) But more like sick as in the term "mentally ill" Antichrist, how come you can't be nice? Look who's talkin', dog, like Brian from Family Guy (Huh) But who else is as pitiless, actually witty and crass, hideous Ghastly, and insidious as me, or spitting as nasty? Next idiot ask me is getting his ass beat worse than Diddy did **** But on the real, though (What?) She probably ran out the room with his fuckin' dildo (Come here) He try to field goal punt her, she said to chill (No) Now put it back in my ass and get the steel toe (Ew, ah, the fuck? Yeah) Got nightmares, goin' Freddy on me (Why?) 'Cause they steady haunt me (Yeah, oh) Shady's bad to the core, but look at the bread he got me (Bread) Complete lack of remorse, so they've come at me before, but they won't ever stop me But fuck the back and the forth until I'm dead and rotting Head is probably whacked and it's warped like Jack Kevork' Performin' sexual acts with a corpse If they don't like it, like a necrophiliac in the morgue (What?), fuck everybody (Haha, yeah) I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children whose (What?) Parents fed every meal to you on a platter and silver spoon I am a product of what Farina and powdered milk'll do (What?) To your drive when them rappers like Jada bring out the will in you (Woo) 'Cause now my shit slaps harder than Will'll do, word to Gorilla Glue (Why?) I don't need sticky fingers to steal on you (Nah) Lyrical killer who punish you, every syllable sonnin' you (Yeah) Your hides, I tanned 'em like bicycles built for two Stickin' a clip in the Uz' that I've been itchin' to use, lookin' like Nikolas Cruz My trigger's happy, it's ticklish, true, Travis Bickle 'em too, we gettin' rude This shit'll go sideways like you're tippin' a canoe, bitch, I'm sick as the flu (Bitch) How the fuck are you gonna fit in my shoes? Look at my views, all the shit I've been through So, sympathy, I don't have any for you, stickin' it to all you idiots who Take my lyrics a little bit too literal, you can all suck on my dick and if you Don't wanna get ripped, better get the fuck back, bitch, I'm here to do what Dre sent me to do (What?) That's sinfully get to spitting this shit, devil in me and I do his bidding, his name is (Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson) Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Sluts, whores, men, women, and children (One more time, what's my name?) His name is Marshall, he's the Antichrist He will slice and dice Skanks, sluts, whores, men, women, and children (Outro: Bizarre) You wanna dance with the devil, dance with the devil, dance with the devil You wanna dance with the devil, dance with the devil, dance with the devil You wanna— (Part II) (Intro: Bizarre) (I ain't goin' nowhere) It's about to get scary, Bizarre (I'm still here, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) It's about to get dark (Verse: Bizarre) Guess who's back (Yeah), straight out the gutter (Me) With a dirty rubber, plus my homeless mother (Fuck her) Where Bruce Jenner at? I wanna fuck that ho (Where she is?) Where is Megan Thee Stallion at? I wanna suck that toe (Mwah) Twenty years in, shit, I'm past addiction (Uh-huh) I'm at CVS, tryna find my past prescription My dad didn't listen, I passed the mission Fuckin' a tranny on IG Live, that was a bad decision (Haha, that was fucked up) My rent due, my girl need an abortion (What you gon' do? What?) Sell them Eminem Jordans (I did, haha) All gas, butt-naked, all ass Tryna get on Hailie Jade's podcast (Why not?)