Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up

Got the game in a chokehold, watch me rock it up

Anderson on the hook got the whole block lit up

Eminem on the verse, yeah I shock it up

Lock it up, lock it up, pocket full of poison

Voice of the voiceless, make the noise and

Destroy every opponent that I toy with

Detroit to the top, yeah we boyz with

The crown on my head where the jewels stay

Old school, new school, break all the rules play

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Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain’t callin’

I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ’em

There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin’

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em

But anyways, fuck it, what’s been up? Man how’s your daughter?

My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m ’bout to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what I’ma call her?

I’ma name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I’m sorry

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（注：Eminem 并無官方發(fā)行名為《Antichrist》的歌曲。以下僅為原創(chuàng)風(fēng)格仿寫，非真實(shí)作品。）

I’m the Antichrist with a mic in my fist,

Demonic flows, every verse gets you pissed,

Crosses burning, tables turning, churches in a mist,

Lucifer’s apprentice, but I slit my own wrist—

Just to write in blood, every lyric’s a sin,

Slim Shady’s shadow, let the darkness begin,

Amen.

They call me the realest, I bleed on the beat

Every bar is a bullet, I speak what I seek

From the bottom of Manila to the Detroit streets

Two worlds collide when the gods finally meet

No cap in my caption, just pain and passion

Eminem and Ez Mil, we rewriting the classics

You faker than plastic, we surgical, drastic

Cut deep in the game, leave the whole industry gasping

Legends don’t die, we just multiply

Spit fire till the day that the heavens reply

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White knuckles gripping on the steering wheel, adrenaline spillin’

Cut me off? I’ma show you how I’m really feelin’

Middle finger up, windows down, bass is peelin’

Road rage in my veins, no concealin’, no healin’

Traffic jammin’ up my brain, patience stealin’

Honk the horn, swear to God, I’m demon-dealin’

Bump your bumper, make you wish you weren’t wheelin’

Eminem behind the wheel, no mercy, no kneelin’

Guilty Conscience (Radio Version) – Eminem/Dr. Dre

Fed up with life and the way things are going

He decides to rob a liquor store

I can’t take this no more I can’t take it no more homes

But on his way in he has a sudden change of heart

And suddenly his conscience comes into play

Alright stop

Huh

Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store

And try to get money out the drawer

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Verse:

They say the boy got wisdom beyond his years, uh

Every scar a sermon, every tear a verse here

I was down in the valley, now the view is clear

From the mud to the marble, yeah, the proof is here

Eminem told me, “Keep the pen as your spear”

Now they quoting all my parables like I’m Shakespeare

Used to dream about it, now I’m living proof

That the broken can be beautiful, that’s the truth

Is this love that I’m feelin’, or just the pills talkin’?

Every night I’m alone, another bottle I’m poppin’

You said you’d never leave, but then you walked out the door

Now I’m writin’ these rhymes on the bathroom floor

Fifty told me love’ll get you killed, keep your heart cold

But I’m out here searchin’ for somethin’ to hold

Detroit winters got me frozen, can’t feel a thing

Is this love or just another song that I sing?

Two rappers with a vendetta, back from the dead

Bad meets evil, the poison pen spreads

Ink bleeds through the paper, minds get infected

Every bar a weapon, every verse perfected

I don’t give a fuck, never did, never will

From the Motor City where they kill for the thrill

Royce and Em, the dynamic duo of disaster

Rap God and the villain, coming at you faster

Than your brain can process, we the nightmare you requested

Rest in peace to the game, consider it digested

Yo, from the D to the LBC

Detroit city where the guns stay ready

Snoop in the cut with that Long Beach steady

Em on the mic, leave your whole crew spaghetti

We don’t play nice, we just play hard

Two legends lighting up the backyard

Slim Shady, D-O-double-G

Coast to coast, that’s how we be

Puffing on that chronic, feeling supersonic

Flow so sick, call the doctor, I’m on it

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