Alfred’s Theme

Alfred’s Theme文本歌词

作词 : M Mathers/L. Resto/C Gounod

作曲 : M Mathers/L. Resto/C Gounod

Before I check the mic (Check, check)

I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe

coronavirus in effect tonight,

Antiseptics on deck, I got every type

I throw on my tux, then I give zero ****s,

Then I act like a jockstrap, cup my **** then I

Check my ball hair (What?)

Make sure it's all there, then call the pallbearer

It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop?

Overkill, like a pipe bomb in your pine box

You're all hitched to my **** (What?)

Went from punching the time clock to getting my shot

Then treating it like a cyclops

Like it's the only one I got and my thoughts are like nines ****ed

Every line’s obscene,pervertedest mind,got

the dirtiest rhyme stop

That's why there's parental advising every time I drop

So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal

But how could I get up in arms

About you saying trash is all that I put out?

*****, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out

Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out, the filthiest

So all this talk about I'm washed up how preposterous

Because if cleanliness is next to godliness,

It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself

And I'm 'bout that capital, like a proper noun

Sit on top the pile, got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial

Quick to call you out on your

Bullshit, don't make me get that croc a dial

'Cause if I do, it's see you later, alligator, made it out the trailer

Then I made a vow to cater to no one

So hate I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account

So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the

Bars that never slack, but always get attacked

I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that

Like I'm marked 'cause when I rap,

It's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit

'Cause I have this target on my back (Ew, yuck)

But if I ever double-cross my fans and lost my stans

I'd probably pop five Xans, go in my garage, start my van

Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can

And doze off like, but odds like that with these thoughts I have

It's like a giant getting squashed by ants

If this is the test,

The time I pass with flying colors, like I just tossed my crayons

Small, medium, and large size cans

Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands

Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and if

My palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands

Shit, hold on, man

Mother****er

Happy birthday to-

**** (Shh, quiet)

I sit in silence in candlelit environments

Sipping wild Irish while getting violent

Homicidal vision when I'm spitting like this

But really I'm just fulfilling my wish

Of killing rhymes which is really childish

And silly, but I'm really like this,

I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish

I'm Diddy's side, *****

What the ****? Hold on, wait

\"I'm Diddy's side, *****\"?

Oh, I'm still east side, *****

So tell the END, since he PMD

Been givin' y'all the business, D.R.E and me

From the MMLP to in MTBMB

***** is 2020, you still ain't seein' me

So call me Santa Claus 'Cause at the present , I out-rap 'em all

I'm at the mall, got your ***** in a bathroom stall

She could suck a basket ball through

A plastic straw with a fractured jaw

My **** is coat check, she want to jack it off

I'm so far passed the bar, I should practice law

Mentally, I'm ****ed up generally

Duke's a hazard car, and if you could dogs

'Cause this is murder, murder and you get murked, murked

This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr

This chicken hit my phone, she said \"Chirp, chirp\"

I said, \"Hut, hut, hike your skrrt, skrrt\"

Then go eat some worms, like the early bird

What the **** is love? That's a dirty word

Make me fall in, there's not a girl on Earth

Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt

And I won't buy her designer, 'cause I don't pander

But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor

And this the final chapter, 'cause I'm either frying after

Or they're gon' give me the needle like a vinyl scratcher

Yeah, I'm a card,

Like Hallmark at Walmart with a small cart buying wall art

And y'all who claim to be dawgs aren't

No bite like a tree mostly just all bark, arf, arf

But y'all pickin' the wrong tree,

They call me Dog because I'm barking (Bark, bark)

And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park

I describe it as bowling (Why?) ball hard (Ball's hard)

'Cause the gutter's where my mind is in

It's a misframe, but I slit like the five and the ten

'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again

And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pins

The cypher begins, I'm talkin' smack like ******

The mic's a syringe, it's like a binge, Vicodin

I would like to pretend my mind's a recycling bin

There's no place I never been, but I never budge and I never bend

You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends

Like adult diapers for men, even when I'm rappin' less stellar

It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller

Like a train

Spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth

And goes straight through your grapefruit, no escape route

So you won't leave me at your scathe, with a few scrape wounds

Your ass is grass and I'm not gonna graze you

But a bar's , I need a Mad Hatter

'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps

You'd be a fitted, so don't act like you're fittin' to snap

*****, I'll pee on your head, like a Philly's hat (Ha Ha)

No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree

*****, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree

You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea

You're always punkin' out like Halloween

You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk

Homie, you not a G, act like you got the pump

You're gonna pop the heat or get the Glock and go

*****, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk

Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred,

We about to disembowel, then gut 'em and scalp 'em

Yeah, this about to be the bloodiest outcome

'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album

So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer

The nut job with the **** that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt

I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood

It's lookin' like it's that time of the month

Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dawg

I'm the mutt,

I'm gonna **** your mom in the butt

With a thermometer, ****in' phenomenal

But y'all looking up like abdominals

If you don't , droppin' like dominos

The formidable, abominable

Even if it touch the top of the dome, saw 'em get the

I'm at the stop-and-go, hop on the mop and gloat

you're stomachin' knots like you swallowed rope

You out of pocket, throw like a mother****in' wallet stole

Wait, why'd the beat cut off?

**** it

Alfred’s ThemeLRC歌词

[00:00.000] 作词 : M Mathers/L. Resto/C Gounod

[00:01.000] 作曲 : M Mathers/L. Resto/C Gounod

[00:09.265]Before I check the mic (Check, check)

[00:10.687]I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe

[00:14.680]coronavirus in effect tonight,

[00:17.369]Antiseptics on deck, I got every type

[00:19.867]I throw on my tux, then I give zero ****s,

[00:21.724]Then I act like a jockstrap, cup my **** then I

[00:23.932]Check my ball hair (What?)

[00:25.339]Make sure it's all there, then call the pallbearer

[00:27.941]It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop?

[00:30.136]Overkill, like a pipe bomb in your pine box

[00:32.271]You're all hitched to my **** (What?)

[00:34.507]Went from punching the time clock to getting my shot

[00:36.412]Then treating it like a cyclops

[00:38.160]Like it's the only one I got and my thoughts are like nines ****ed

[00:41.878]Every line’s obscene,pervertedest mind,got

[00:44.349]the dirtiest rhyme stop

[00:45.898]That's why there's parental advising every time I drop

[00:48.606]So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal

[00:53.057]But how could I get up in arms

[00:54.659]About you saying trash is all that I put out?

[00:56.376]*****, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out

[00:58.514]Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out, the filthiest

[01:01.340]So all this talk about I'm washed up how preposterous

[01:03.402]Because if cleanliness is next to godliness,

[01:05.815]It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself

[01:08.019]And I'm 'bout that capital, like a proper noun

[01:11.366]Sit on top the pile, got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial

[01:15.044]Quick to call you out on your

[01:15.923]Bullshit, don't make me get that croc a dial

[01:18.757]'Cause if I do, it's see you later, alligator, made it out the trailer

[01:21.779]Then I made a vow to cater to no one

[01:22.600]So hate I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account

[01:25.037]So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the

[01:27.982]Bars that never slack, but always get attacked

[01:30.555]I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that

[01:32.965]Like I'm marked 'cause when I rap,

[01:34.726]It's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit

[01:35.725]'Cause I have this target on my back (Ew, yuck)

[01:37.930]But if I ever double-cross my fans and lost my stans

[01:40.489]I'd probably pop five Xans, go in my garage, start my van

[01:44.619]Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can

[01:47.442]And doze off like, but odds like that with these thoughts I have

[01:51.643]It's like a giant getting squashed by ants

[01:53.123]If this is the test,

[01:54.378]The time I pass with flying colors, like I just tossed my crayons

[01:57.521]Small, medium, and large size cans

[02:00.039]Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands

[02:02.402]Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and if

[02:05.159]My palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands

[02:07.564]Shit, hold on, man

[02:10.245]Mother****er

[02:12.778]Happy birthday to-

[02:14.734]**** (Shh, quiet)

[02:16.038]I sit in silence in candlelit environments

[02:18.111]Sipping wild Irish while getting violent

[02:20.078]Homicidal vision when I'm spitting like this

[02:22.585]But really I'm just fulfilling my wish

[02:24.495]Of killing rhymes which is really childish

[02:26.107]And silly, but I'm really like this,

[02:27.580]I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish

[02:29.529]I'm Diddy's side, *****

[02:30.995]What the ****? Hold on, wait

[02:32.652]\"I'm Diddy's side, *****\"?

[02:34.141]Oh, I'm still east side, *****

[02:35.272]So tell the END, since he PMD

[02:37.714]Been givin' y'all the business, D.R.E and me

[02:39.684]From the MMLP to in MTBMB

[02:42.434]***** is 2020, you still ain't seein' me

[02:44.841]So call me Santa Claus 'Cause at the present , I out-rap 'em all

[02:48.046]I'm at the mall, got your ***** in a bathroom stall

[02:51.399]She could suck a basket ball through

[02:52.631]A plastic straw with a fractured jaw

[02:55.224]My **** is coat check, she want to jack it off

[02:57.763]I'm so far passed the bar, I should practice law

[03:00.156]Mentally, I'm ****ed up generally

[03:02.330]Duke's a hazard car, and if you could dogs

[03:04.772]'Cause this is murder, murder and you get murked, murked

[03:07.627]This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr

[03:09.921]This chicken hit my phone, she said \"Chirp, chirp\"

[03:12.315]I said, \"Hut, hut, hike your skrrt, skrrt\"

[03:14.790]Then go eat some worms, like the early bird

[03:17.247]What the **** is love? That's a dirty word

[03:19.668]Make me fall in, there's not a girl on Earth

[03:22.142]Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt

[03:24.213]And I won't buy her designer, 'cause I don't pander

[03:27.461]But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor

[03:29.683]And this the final chapter, 'cause I'm either frying after

[03:31.778]Or they're gon' give me the needle like a vinyl scratcher

[03:34.253]Yeah, I'm a card,

[03:36.092]Like Hallmark at Walmart with a small cart buying wall art

[03:39.449]And y'all who claim to be dawgs aren't

[03:41.729]No bite like a tree mostly just all bark, arf, arf

[03:43.702]But y'all pickin' the wrong tree,

[03:46.078]They call me Dog because I'm barking (Bark, bark)

[03:48.710]And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park

[03:51.197]I describe it as bowling (Why?) ball hard (Ball's hard)

[03:54.479]'Cause the gutter's where my mind is in

[03:56.529]It's a misframe, but I slit like the five and the ten

[03:58.706]'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again

[04:01.386]And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pins

[04:03.771]The cypher begins, I'm talkin' smack like ******

[04:06.017]The mic's a syringe, it's like a binge, Vicodin

[04:08.432]I would like to pretend my mind's a recycling bin

[04:10.935]There's no place I never been, but I never budge and I never bend

[04:13.678]You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends

[04:16.651]Like adult diapers for men, even when I'm rappin' less stellar

[04:20.309]It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller

[04:22.417]Like a train

[04:23.628]Spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth

[04:26.316]And goes straight through your grapefruit, no escape route

[04:28.250]So you won't leave me at your scathe, with a few scrape wounds

[04:30.787]Your ass is grass and I'm not gonna graze you

[04:33.017]But a bar's , I need a Mad Hatter

[04:34.833]'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps

[04:37.961]You'd be a fitted, so don't act like you're fittin' to snap

[04:40.634]*****, I'll pee on your head, like a Philly's hat (Ha Ha)

[04:43.165]No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree

[04:45.400]*****, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree

[04:48.140]You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea

[04:50.594]You're always punkin' out like Halloween

[04:53.140]You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk

[04:55.987]Homie, you not a G, act like you got the pump

[04:58.017]You're gonna pop the heat or get the Glock and go

[05:00.454]*****, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk

[05:02.954]Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred,

[05:05.457]We about to disembowel, then gut 'em and scalp 'em

[05:07.903]Yeah, this about to be the bloodiest outcome

[05:10.167]'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album

[05:12.609]So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer

[05:13.278]The nut job with the **** that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt

[05:15.786]I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood

[05:17.134]It's lookin' like it's that time of the month

[05:18.386]Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dawg

[05:20.270]I'm the mutt,

[05:20.855]I'm gonna **** your mom in the butt

[05:21.765]With a thermometer, ****in' phenomenal

[05:23.241]But y'all looking up like abdominals

[05:24.764]If you don't , droppin' like dominos

[05:26.958]The formidable, abominable

[05:28.206]Even if it touch the top of the dome, saw 'em get the

[05:31.017]I'm at the stop-and-go, hop on the mop and gloat

[05:32.846]you're stomachin' knots like you swallowed rope

[05:34.705]You out of pocket, throw like a mother****in' wallet stole

[05:37.074]Wait, why'd the beat cut off?

[05:38.674]**** it