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Eminem - Antichrist Feat Bizarre Lyrics

[Part I]

Marshall
He's the antichrist
He was wise and
But the Devil came to Michigan (oh, shit)
Fuck, fuckin' PC Police
Fuck

Gen Z, here they come now (now), 'bout to unload rounds
Prr-rrr-rrr-pronouns (shit) got me like: Woah, now (woah)
Homie, let's slow down (chill), no need to get so wound (man)
Ready to throw down (yo) if I mispronounce (thee, them)
Woops (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 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, bet the same way (but)
Cobain put the gauge to his brain, I'm goin' out with the bang, ayy (yeah)
Dang, Dre, look at what you made me do
Maybe you the one they should blame, they
Say they wish I wasn't so angry (yeah)
They 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 (haha)
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 Stallion and Nicki Minaj'll scissor (cut it out)
It's 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 testis (ah)
The biggest in the South, West, East, North, and catch be (ah)
Havin' 'em swept clean with extreme links
Try not to get seen with Ben Affleck, me, and Seth Green
Hangin' on to the left wing off Jeffrey Epstein jet, screamin'
Hey, don't forget me (haha)
Shady as Bill, takin' the pill and puttin' it into 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 scaldin'
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? (Woah)
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 some'? Hello, yoo-hoo, wake up, fake slut
I'm outta here, screw you, what? Did you drop dead in my lap?
You call that head? I suck my dick better than you do, haha
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?
Like 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 spittin' as nasty?
Next idiot that ask me is gettin' his ass beat worse than Diddy did
But, on the real though (what?)
She prolly ran out the room with his fuckin' dildo (come here)
He tried to field goal punt her, she said to chill (no)
Now put it back in my ass and get the steel toe (ew, the fuck?)
Nightmares goin' Freddy on me (he right)
'Cause they steady haunt me (yeah)
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 will never stop me
But fuck the back and the forth, until I'm dead and rottin'
Head is prolly 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 (haha, yeah)
I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children whose 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 into Uz' 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 your 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 spittin' this shit, devil in me and I do his biddin', 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

[Part II]

(I ain't goin' nowhere)
It's about to get scary
Bizarre (I'm still here, ayy, yy, 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's Bruce Jenner at? I wanna fuck that ho (where she is?)
Where is Megan Thee Stallion at? I wanna suck that toe (mwah)
Twenty 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 (haha, that was fucked up)
My rent due, my girl need an abortion (what you gon' do? What?)
Sell them Eminem Jordans (I did, haha)
All gas, butt-naked, all ass
Tryna get on Hailie Jade's podcast (why not?)