Эминем - Renaissance

Eminem Renaissance

With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice 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'
I'm hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark Twainin' it
You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart
Aimin' a bar chain, better carve names in it
Start sprayin' and start ravin' 'em, you starve, ravin' it
You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it
'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it
You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit
Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it
But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it
Elephant's eye, this
Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development
Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent, it's elementary
Through hell I went, accelerate from lack of melanin