Текст песни Antichrist - Eminem

Marshall, he's the antichrist
He will slice and-
The devil came to Michigan
Oh, shit, fuck
Fuckin' PC police
Fuck

Gen Z, here they come now (now), 'bout to unload rounds (brrt)
Pronouns (shit), got me like, "Whoa now" (whoa)
Homie, let's slow down (chill), no need to get so wound (man)
Ready to throw down (yo), if I mispronounce (thee, them)
Whoops (sorry), oh wow
Got heterosexuals crammin' 'em down our throats now (he, she, they, them)
Like I'm gettin' snow-plowed, my humor's too low-brow (yup)
Yeah, so there's no doubt (nope), you 'bout to get grossed out (ugh)

But fuck it though, somebody needs to come and hit the reset button
Back to 2003 'cause how did we get stuck in
This woke BS? I'm tryna make it regress, fuck 'em
And I don't regret nothin' that's 'bout to be said, so fuck it, we can keep headbuttin'
Still a grade-A prick, but the same way (what?)
Cobain put the gauge to his brain, I'm goin' out with a bang, ayy (yeah)
Dang, Dre, look at what you made me do
Maybe you the one they should blame, they

Say they wish that I wasn't so angry (yeah)
Don't wanna see me goin' off the deep end like Ye, ayy (no, nah)
Rather see me do like Kim Kardashian, they say (yeah)
Yeah, and find a way to get rid of all of this rage, ayy
But if you wonder, "Why is Marsh considered the harshest spitter?" (Why?)
'Cause I can spit a bar like it's a
Cross between Nas and GZA, Biggie Smalls, and RZA
So hard, Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj'll scissor (cut it out)

You're still the press's wet dream (yeah)
Too many head shrinks (oh)
My head thinks foul, I've said things when jesting
They should arrest me for my testes (ah)
The biggest in the South, West, East, North, and catch be (ah)
Evidence swept clean with extreme lengths
And steps being took to suppress things (why?)

Try not to get seen
With Ben Affleck, me, and Seth Green hangin' on to the left wing
Of Jeffrey Epstein's jet screamin', "Hey, don't forget me"
Shady as Bill, takin' the pill and putting it in your soft drink (ah)
Something's off and I don't know what the cause be (yeah)
But it's obvi', this water I'm in is scalding
Ominous thoughts creep in my head and it's not me
They brainwashed me (Marshall, Marshall)
And that's all she wrote, yeah, that's why they call me

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)

Knock, knock (who's there?), Boo (boo who?)
Hey, why you cryin', shorty? Ew, 'cause I boo'd you (whoa)
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

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
'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 (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
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
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

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

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-
(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

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)

20 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 (that was fucked up)

My rent due, my girl need an abortion (what you gon' do? What?)
Sell them Eminem Jordans (I did)
All gas, butt-naked, all ass
Tryna get on Hailie Jade's podcast (why not?)