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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marshall Mathers
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Andre Romell Young
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Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
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Lyrics
Yeah boy
Them better ring the alarm boy
Them know what's coming boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my god
****ing bombaclad
I'm hard as canard
The lil boy who shot Omar in The Wire
Tie a **** with barbed wire and nothing but a bra boy
I'm the real deal and char-broil her on the bonfire
And bon voyage **** I'm like Chef Boyardee
And **** send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a bomb boy, boy you think you're Tom Sawyer
Till I pull you out the f*** story put the shock on ya
And fictitional characters and fairy tales
Prepare yourself for Captain America on ferris wheels
But it ain't, fiction is fact boy
Beware it's real, them lyrics you wield equals zero to a hero's shield
Mr. fly by the seat of his pants parasail
Or hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearing zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no nada
Thank your fatha and your matha
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady please, just please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef
See, ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady please, just please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef
See, aIn't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Well, I'm the real McCoy
You little boys, can't even fill voids
Party's over kids, Cuban noise
Here come the kill joys
Me and Dre to steal alloys
The rap crown royals
The scalp cowboys
Now, how that sound for ya?
Ya boy, you know we about to put it down for ya
So kick your shoes off, and before you have a sound voyage
And sayonara see you **** tomorrow
Get some R and R and marinate in some maranara
And have a Coke and a smile, don't make me open the jar
**** on ya, that's the last straw you're hoping to draw
Yeah, you fresher than most, boy
I'm just doper than all, boy
I'm that boy, boy
Them boys them no up to par
I just show up, go up to the stage
And blow up the spot
There ain't no boy who can do what I do, boy I'm a star
Boy, I told ya boy, I'm a soldier boy, I'm DeShawn
Holdin' in this ****, time to prove boy you're a fraud
I'll destroy ya boy
**** around and blow ya to sod
Oh my god boy, you didn't go there
No you did not
I got a whole story board for ya
Boy ya da plot
You gettin' got, whether you try to avoid it or not
Apology not accepted, boy
Detroit is a rock
We get to beefin' ain't no tellin' at what point it'll stop
All I got to do is point to the spot
When the bomb drops, boy does it drop
But when it does boy it's a problem
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady please, just please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef
See, ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady please, just please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef
See, ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy don't jinx yourself
Boy I'm Michael Spinx with the belt
String a bell boy
My name brings bells for itself
I'm sick as hell boy
You better run and tell someone else
Bringin' hell boy, singin' telegrams to get dealt
and to that boy on them sedative meds
Who said he was better
I bet he never seen Freddie in a black and red little sweater
Back better than never
The cheddar shredder, the grater
The beef grinder I'll settle vendettas a little later
Givin' haters incubators
Think you made a mistake
By sayin' Shady was ghost
I ain't even close to the gate
You got one foot in the grave
To say, couldn't behave
I'm 'bout to turn this **** place
To Babe Ruth in the day
So hey, wouldn't you say I'm the ****
Couldn't agree with you more
If you woulda say to my **** is a stamp
Shady **** Aftermath
Boy, the ship doesn't sink
It just floats in the **** water
Till we fill up the tank
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady please, just please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef
See, ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady please, just please don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beat
See, ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Written by: Andre Romell Young, D. Parker, Mark Batson, Marshall Mathers, T. Lawrence