笨小笨Marshall Mathers (Explicit)歌词由Kevin Gates演唱，出自专辑《THE LUCA BRASI STORY (A DECADE OF BRASI) [Explicit]》，下面是《Marshall Mathers (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
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Marshall Mathers (Explicit) - Kevin Gates
Disassociating threes
In the building
How they leave as we flee the scene
Brief apparition of my agenda
I'm just being me
Prayers in the seed to an upper being
Just free'd the team
On my knees reaching for fire flies
Think I know wings
***** I fell in love with Lil Meeky waaah
Off the amphetamines ain't have alot
In fact she was happy
I wouldn't sell her dreams
Now I'm selling things
With the stamp on it
Teflon wrapper closed hamper
Putting tax on it
Hated on for my inevitable success still
Dealing with the devil
I only know as myself
In the mirror I see God
And that only God is myself
Prayers answer closed caption
Mr Mathers no distraction
In the kitchen no whippin'
Straight drop is manufactured
For the few who choose to
Be un-recreative with a habit
I'm recreative with a habit as
I resorted to dog food
Discombobulation which ever
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Good hearted and prone to **** up
My family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what
I love has betrayed me
Hate to say it sometimes
I wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind
But don't like when I say ****
Stood strong surrounded
By you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by
A product out of a broken home
Made believers out of men as
I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover
I grab the cover of rolling stone
Mathers mathers
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Mathers
Mathers
Mathers
Who ain't on now
That this ******* go to the rest
This goes out to those out
There who hate to be alive
Searching for placement is
Being taken by surprise
Besides it's hard tryna always
Find the fun in they jokes
Always endin' up the butt of they jokes
Contemplation of it ending with
This pistol to my temple
Thinking if I pull this trigger
Will this semi take my misery away
Or would I just be killing me in vain
Relationship estranged shorty asking how
I deal with it everyday
Magazine filled single mission or army
Up in the Benz with a mini
And rip the arm of a target
Two time is talking one coughing
The coffin called ya
Powdered sugar up in ya
Café au lait I could coffee call ya
I'm in the Boston Market
Where n***as beefing from both sides
Detroits fine searching for a line
All the d**e dry
Talented ghetto n***as looking for work
Conviction facing most'll
Go and get it out on the curb
Absurd
Good heart and prone to **** up
My family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what
I love has betrayed me
Hate to say it sometimes
I wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind
But don't like when I say ****
Still strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by
A product out of a broken home
Made made believers out of men as
I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover
I grab the cover of rolling stone
Mathers
Mathers
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Mathers
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
