sam son of man歌词
  • 歌手:Marilyn Manson
    歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com

    Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
    But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
    Psyche!

    Eminem
    If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
    Would you feel sorrow or show love
    Or would it matter
    Can never be the lead-off batter of things
    Shit for me to feed off
    I'm see-saw battlin
    But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
    There's too much on my plate
    And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
    And not say what I got to say
    What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
    Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
    I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
    I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
    Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
    Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
    Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
    See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
    Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
    Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
    Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
    He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
    Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
    This is crazy the way we act
    When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

    Swift
    There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
    If so you woulda tried
    The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
    I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
    Got drunk then I finished he
    I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
    Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
    I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
    I'm not what you think
    I appear to be fucked up
    Mentally endangered
    I can't stay away from a razor
    I just want my face in a paper
    I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
    I murder you
    Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
    I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
    When the music stops

    Kon Artist
    I was happy having a deal at first,
    Thought money would make me happy but
    It only made my pain worst,
    It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
    When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
    N ur stress full of cause
    Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out
    Checking for ur record when its selling
    When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
    No friends no girl
    Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
    Screech
    Damn!
    Crash
    U slam into the wall and u fall
    Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
    About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
    If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops

    Kuniva
    Let's see how many of your men loyal,
    When i pull up looking for you,
    With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
    I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
    With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
    Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
    Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
    Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
    Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
    Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
    Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
    Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
    I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
    You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night

    When The Music Stops

    Proof
    Instigators, ?? pits in cages
    Let loose and bit the neighbours
    wrist to razors
    Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
    In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
    Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
    Caved in like reindeer hoofs
    Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
    The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
    This hell street, this is hardcore blues
    Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
    Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
    When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

    Bizzare
    Music's changed my life in so many ways
    Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
    LL told me to rock the bells
    NWA said fuck the police
    Now i'm in jail
    93 was strictly RNB
    Fucked up hair cut
    Listen to Jodeci
    Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike
    Ass cheeks painted white
    Fucking Presilla at night
    Flying down sunset smoking crack
    Transvestite in the front
    Eddi Murphy in the back
    MOP had me grindy and griddy
    Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
    And grew some titties
    Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
    Now i'm in the hospital
    Broken nose and a fractured elbow
    Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
    I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops
    Bang

  • Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
    But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
    Psyche!

    Eminem
    If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
    Would you feel sorrow or show love
    Or would it matter
    Can never be the lead-off batter of things
    Shit for me to feed off
    I'm see-saw battlin
    But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
    There's too much on my plate
    And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
    And not say what I got to say
    What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
    Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
    I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
    I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
    Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
    Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
    Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
    See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
    Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
    Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
    Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
    He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
    Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
    This is crazy the way we act
    When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

    Swift
    There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
    If so you woulda tried
    The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
    I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
    Got drunk then I finished he
    I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
    Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
    I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
    I'm not what you think
    I appear to be fucked up
    Mentally endangered
    I can't stay away from a razor
    I just want my face in a paper
    I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
    I murder you
    Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
    I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
    When the music stops

    Kon Artist
    I was happy having a deal at first,
    Thought money would make me happy but
    It only made my pain worst,
    It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
    When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
    N ur stress full of cause
    Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out
    Checking for ur record when its selling
    When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
    No friends no girl
    Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
    Screech
    Damn!
    Crash
    U slam into the wall and u fall
    Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
    About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
    If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops

    Kuniva
    Let's see how many of your men loyal,
    When i pull up looking for you,
    With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
    I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
    With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
    Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
    Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
    Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
    Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
    Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
    Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
    Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
    I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
    You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night

    When The Music Stops

    Proof
    Instigators, ?? pits in cages
    Let loose and bit the neighbours
    wrist to razors
    Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
    In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
    Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
    Caved in like reindeer hoofs
    Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
    The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
    This hell street, this is hardcore blues
    Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
    Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
    When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

    Bizzare
    Music's changed my life in so many ways
    Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
    LL told me to rock the bells
    NWA said fuck the police
    Now i'm in jail
    93 was strictly RNB
    Fucked up hair cut
    Listen to Jodeci
    Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike
    Ass cheeks painted white
    Fucking Presilla at night
    Flying down sunset smoking crack
    Transvestite in the front
    Eddi Murphy in the back
    MOP had me grindy and griddy
    Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
    And grew some titties
    Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
    Now i'm in the hospital
    Broken nose and a fractured elbow
    Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
    I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops
    Bang