paroles de chanson Road Rage - Eminem
This
rap
shit
divided
by
panty
lines
Mm,
which
side
are
you
on?
(Pussy)
Social
media
got
you
fuckin'
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
masquerading
and
actin'
Like
I
ain't
faded,
only
I
can
see
through
my
disguise
I
walk
around
more
confused
than
my
aunt
Linda's
man-friend
A
black
transgender
Klan
member
who's
a
Caitlyn
Jenner
fan
and
a
(what?)
Member
of
Grindr
and
Tinder
Head
empty
as
an
abandoned
a–
(yeah)
'Partment
while
I'm
dancing
a–
'Round
all
these
names
and
labels
that
I
can't
memo–
(what
the
fuck?)
'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
(woo),
give
me
a
road
rage
reason
To
black
the
fuck
out
and
roll
with
the
heathens
Road
rage,
vroom,
vroom,
vroom,
and
I'm
speedin'
Fuck
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
'til
Lizzo
sings
(like
I
won't
say
that)
We
should
coddle
fat
people
(yeah),
yeah
Here's
a
concept
(what?),
let's
celebrate
onset
(yeah)
Diabetes
and
instead
of
us
dieting,
we
can
just
have
a
pie-eating
contest
(delicious)
And
we
should
be
extra
nice
(what?)
instead
of
honest
(yeah)
And
instead
of
exercise
(what?),
it's
easier
to
find
a
triple-X
your
size
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
(why?),
it's
too
hard
to
reach
'em
(shit)
But
the
way
things
been
(with
what?)
with
today's
thinking
(yeah)
We
should
baby
them
(why?)
instead
of
shaming
them
(oh)
But
enabling
can
(yeah)
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
fuck
out
and
roll
with
the
heathens
Road
rage,
vroom,
vroom,
vroom,
and
I'm
speedin'
Fuck
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
Okay,
here
we
go
Wait,
what
are
you
doin'?
Fuck's
it
look
like
I'm
doin'?
(What?
Nah)
Dyin'
our
hair
No,
stop,
stop,
ow
Shut
the
fuck
up
You're
never
gonna–
I
said,
shut
the
fuck
up
Trust
me,
I
know
what
I'm
doin'
Yeah,
transgender
rights,
where
do
I
stand?
Oh
(uh)
I'm
all
for
'em,
I
really
am
pro
(nah,
for
real)
Intercourse
with
you
(what?),
would
I
have?
No
(nope)
I'm
just
bein'
honest
(yeah),
now
I'm
an
asshole
(ho)
Call
me
a
transphobe
(really?
Yeah)
'cause
I
just
can't
go
(what?)
And
try
and
pretend
you
was
never
a
man
though
(sorry)
I
mean,
damn,
bro
(yeah),
it's
just
the
way
I
feel
(uh)
But
if
I
say
it
will
(mm),
it
get
me
cancelled
(yup,
shit)
My
music
get
banned
(what?),
or
can
it
withstand?
(No)
This
shit
is
quicksand
(help),
man,
I'm
just
sayin'
(ha)
I
gotta
participate
for
us
to
co-exist?
I
gotta
memorize
pronouns
of
a
cis
man?
(Really?)
How
come
can't
we
just
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
(no,
wait)
Oh,
you
want
me
to
fuckin'
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
(what?),
white
trunks
with
the
gold
trim
They
bet
that
I
won't
win
(yup)
Guess
you
really
showed
them
(ha)
Became
the
best
and
I
made
it
(yeah)
like
Adult
Swim
Yeah,
but
you
pick
on
handicapped
people
with
no
limbs
Well
then,
fuck
you,
Chris
Reeves,
and
the
horse
that
he
rode
in
Bitch
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