Road Rage歌词
作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/D. Abernathy Jr/S. Jordan/B. Thomas/T. Gray
作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/D. Abernathy Jr/S. Jordan/B. Thomas/T. Gray
This rap shit divided by panty lines, mmm, which side are you on? (Pussy)
Social media got you ****in' in pantomime, damn, why that line so long? (Rookie)
I'm just caught up in the rapture, tryna be a rap star, I hope I make it out alive (Alive)
I'm a master at masqueradin' and actin' like I ain't faded, only I can see through my disguise
Yeah, I walk around more confused
Than my aunt Linda's manfriend, a black transgender Klan member (What?)
Who's a Caitlyn Jenner fan and a (What?)
Member of Grindr and Tinder
Head empty as an abandoned apartment while I'm dancing a—
'Round all these names and labels that I can't memo— (What the ****?)
'Rize, now my antennas are up on this PC shit, I'm finna
Go out on my shield like Captain A— (What?)
'Merica, transcender
I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason
To black the **** out and roll with the heathens
Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'
**** that red light, I'm tryna get even
Yeah, how could I say some shit so mean? (Damn)
They're tryna make my mouth closed like it's clothing (What?)
It's what it is though, but this is show biz, so things
Ain't never really, truly over till Lizzo sings (Like I won't say that)
We should coddle fat people, yeah, here's a concept, let's celebrate onset (Yeah, what?)
Diabetes, and instead of us dieting, we can just have a pie-eating contest (Delicious)
And we should be extra nice instead of honest (What?)
And instead of exercise, it's easier to find a triple-X your size (What?)
And try to press society to change so you don't have to change
Pick up a way to eat less, them fries make your blood pressure rise
As it starts increasin', all that starch and grease and
Clogged arteries, and these are the reasons for your heart disease and
Can't tie your shoes, it's too hard to reach 'em (Why? Shit)
But the way things been with today's thinking (With what?)
We should baby them instead of shaming them (Why? Oh)
But enabling can
Do more harm than good, so call me Abe Lincoln
'Cause I'll be honest, I can flip in a blink and
All I need is one little road rage reason
Yeah, blah, blah, blah, I'm the
I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason
To black the **** out and roll with the heathens
Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'
**** that red light, I'm tryna get even
Yeah, all my obese people, if you're fat, proud, and you know it (Hey)
Raise your hand if you're shovin' food in your mouth at this moment (Mmm)
But if you're mad 'cause they're clownin' you for poundin' them donuts (What?)
Put 'em down and either do somethin' about it or own it (Own it)
Okay, here we go
Wait, what are you doin'?
****'s it look like I'm doin'?
What? Nah
Dyin' our hair
No, stop, stop, ow
Shut the **** up
You're never gonna—
I said, shut the **** up
Trust me, I know what I'm doin'
So transgender rights, where do I stand? Oh
Uh, I'm all for 'em, I really am pro (Nah, for real)
But intercourse with you, would I have? No (What? Nope)
I'm just bein' honest, now I'm an asshole (Yeah, ho)
Call me a transphobe 'cause I just can't go (Really? What?)
And try and pretend you was never a man though (Sorry)
I mean, damn, bro, just the way I feel
But if I say it will, it get me cancelled (Yup, shit)
My music get banned, or can it withstand? (What? What? No)
This shit is quicksand, man, I'm just sayin' (Help, ha)
I gotta participate for us to coexist? Damn
I gotta memorize pronouns of a cis man? (Really?)
How come we just can't show solidarity with a wristband? (Or somethin' like that, you know?)
And this ain't even a diss, trans
People, my dick just won't expand, them tits won't make it stand, but Caitlyn, big fan (Haha, no, wait)
Oh, you want me to ****in' chill and tone this shit down, huh? (Yup)
That's Shady speaking his mind like it was his mouth, huh?
You wish he'd grow up and not be so juvenile, huh?
Cash Money Records, this shit's about to go south, huh?
You feelin' stupid now, huh?
Old Slim would've told 'em to put a lid on it like a toilet bowl rim
Hat with the low brim, I'm in the blue corner, white trunks with the gold trim (What?)
They bet that I won't win (Yup)
Guess you really showed them
Became the best, and I made it like Adult Swim
Yeah, but you pick on handicapped people with no limbs
Well then, **** you, Chris Reeves, and the horse that he rode in
Bitch
作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young/D. Abernathy Jr/S. Jordan/B. Thomas/T. Gray
This rap shit divided by panty lines, mmm, which side are you on? (Pussy)
Social media got you ****in' in pantomime, damn, why that line so long? (Rookie)
I'm just caught up in the rapture, tryna be a rap star, I hope I make it out alive (Alive)
I'm a master at masqueradin' and actin' like I ain't faded, only I can see through my disguise
Yeah, I walk around more confused
Than my aunt Linda's manfriend, a black transgender Klan member (What?)
Who's a Caitlyn Jenner fan and a (What?)
Member of Grindr and Tinder
Head empty as an abandoned apartment while I'm dancing a—
'Round all these names and labels that I can't memo— (What the ****?)
'Rize, now my antennas are up on this PC shit, I'm finna
Go out on my shield like Captain A— (What?)
'Merica, transcender
I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason
To black the **** out and roll with the heathens
Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'
**** that red light, I'm tryna get even
Yeah, how could I say some shit so mean? (Damn)
They're tryna make my mouth closed like it's clothing (What?)
It's what it is though, but this is show biz, so things
Ain't never really, truly over till Lizzo sings (Like I won't say that)
We should coddle fat people, yeah, here's a concept, let's celebrate onset (Yeah, what?)
Diabetes, and instead of us dieting, we can just have a pie-eating contest (Delicious)
And we should be extra nice instead of honest (What?)
And instead of exercise, it's easier to find a triple-X your size (What?)
And try to press society to change so you don't have to change
Pick up a way to eat less, them fries make your blood pressure rise
As it starts increasin', all that starch and grease and
Clogged arteries, and these are the reasons for your heart disease and
Can't tie your shoes, it's too hard to reach 'em (Why? Shit)
But the way things been with today's thinking (With what?)
We should baby them instead of shaming them (Why? Oh)
But enabling can
Do more harm than good, so call me Abe Lincoln
'Cause I'll be honest, I can flip in a blink and
All I need is one little road rage reason
Yeah, blah, blah, blah, I'm the
I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason
To black the **** out and roll with the heathens
Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'
**** that red light, I'm tryna get even
Yeah, all my obese people, if you're fat, proud, and you know it (Hey)
Raise your hand if you're shovin' food in your mouth at this moment (Mmm)
But if you're mad 'cause they're clownin' you for poundin' them donuts (What?)
Put 'em down and either do somethin' about it or own it (Own it)
Okay, here we go
Wait, what are you doin'?
****'s it look like I'm doin'?
What? Nah
Dyin' our hair
No, stop, stop, ow
Shut the **** up
You're never gonna—
I said, shut the **** up
Trust me, I know what I'm doin'
So transgender rights, where do I stand? Oh
Uh, I'm all for 'em, I really am pro (Nah, for real)
But intercourse with you, would I have? No (What? Nope)
I'm just bein' honest, now I'm an asshole (Yeah, ho)
Call me a transphobe 'cause I just can't go (Really? What?)
And try and pretend you was never a man though (Sorry)
I mean, damn, bro, just the way I feel
But if I say it will, it get me cancelled (Yup, shit)
My music get banned, or can it withstand? (What? What? No)
This shit is quicksand, man, I'm just sayin' (Help, ha)
I gotta participate for us to coexist? Damn
I gotta memorize pronouns of a cis man? (Really?)
How come we just can't show solidarity with a wristband? (Or somethin' like that, you know?)
And this ain't even a diss, trans
People, my dick just won't expand, them tits won't make it stand, but Caitlyn, big fan (Haha, no, wait)
Oh, you want me to ****in' chill and tone this shit down, huh? (Yup)
That's Shady speaking his mind like it was his mouth, huh?
You wish he'd grow up and not be so juvenile, huh?
Cash Money Records, this shit's about to go south, huh?
You feelin' stupid now, huh?
Old Slim would've told 'em to put a lid on it like a toilet bowl rim
Hat with the low brim, I'm in the blue corner, white trunks with the gold trim (What?)
They bet that I won't win (Yup)
Guess you really showed them
Became the best, and I made it like Adult Swim
Yeah, but you pick on handicapped people with no limbs
Well then, **** you, Chris Reeves, and the horse that he rode in
Bitch
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