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Antichrist (2005)

Antichrist (2005)

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The devil came to Michigan ('Gan, 'gan, 'gan, 'gan) With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands Will slice his competition and just goes about his business Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin' Him, hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit Hailie's name I'm changin' it, to Handkerchief If I don't stay a step ahead of Michael, I go psycho He's like an alter ego, so wherever he goes, I go Ain't afraid to take it there, babies layin' naked there Runnin' around everywhere wearin' nothing but underwear Yeah, I'm back more benevolent than I've ever been Little boy's eleven who never been to the Netherlands How'd you like to come and spend a day with Marshall Mathers Share some cotton candy, ice cream and some caramel apples Inside a carnival atmos-phere, yeah I'm here, there, I'm everywhere, bleh Never thought I'd see the day I get so famous I go schizo But it's o-, fficial, meet my new alias, his name is— Marshall! He's the antichrist He will slice and dice Children His name is Marshall! He's the antichrist He will slice and dice Children (Children, children) My brother said my mother left my father (father, father) My sister said my mother left my dad (dad, dad) Now we all have a brand new step father (father, father) Who touches me at night while I'm in bed (bed, bed) It's winter, as I enter the daycare center In a disguise, mustache, some fake hair and a Three piece suit, ready set to take care of business Suddenly, I spot little Jake, bear witness As I move in for the kill, take a pair of scissors To his throat, I'll cut him like steak, hey, Mrs Waltz, if one false move you make there, this is it Class, get a last look at Jake, here, kiss his Ass goodbye, mwah Runnin' down the hall flippin' the fuckin' principal off while I pass him by Take him home, pull his pants to his thigh (Fuck) him in his ass like Joe Jacks did to the Jackson 5 Die, little bastard, die Tape his mouth to shut him up, I can't stand for little brats to cry Cut him up, he slices and dices, the antichrist is the anthem Get your damn hands up Mike- I mean Marshall! He's the antichrist He will slice and dice Children His name is Marshall! He's the antichrist He will slice and dice Children My brother said my mother left my father My sister said my mother left my dad Now we all have a brand new step father Who touches me at night while I'm in bed Why can't I slice and dice kids like the antichrist I wish I may, or as I might I tend to rant and go off on a little bit of a tangent (Fuck) a little kid in the ass until his pants split 'Till he can't sit, I know the thought's a little rancid But that's what these little rugrats get For dancin' and prancin' around in them Spider-Man pajamas And that's what the cameras outside the master bedroom are for You sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor "How come my dad never calls me anymore?" Because he left, brat, now I'm your new stepdad You better accept that So you want the race car bed or the Hello Kitty comforter? Either one of them, I'm gonna end up snuggled up with you I'm the motherfuckin' uh, Antichrist I'm kidding, it's a joke, psych! (Shady, Shady, Shady, Shady) Get it? Like- (Not... Not cool man) No, it's- (Not cool) No, like the devil? Like- (Nah) Like Shady? Haha, like- (I don't, I don't get it) Come on, it's funny, right? (Nah) Oh, but Bizarre can say it (Dawg) What? (Dawg, I might fuck a Pitbull in his ass, or rape my grandmother, but Goddamn) But it's a joke! (Mm-mm) It's a joke. (Yeah right)

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