Celebrity - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

I just touched down Ferrari-to-concrete

I ain't even home when they're talking about me

F**k out my ear if you talking about free

n**ga free don't pay the bills

I'm balling all-out B

These rappers don't know me

Nah I ain't your homey

If your name ain't Em Ferrari or Tony

I like my wheel chromey

My Bentley my Rolly

My Magnum my phonie

South Jamaica shawty

These slugs I took in the gut yo

The work's still here I'm just cooking it up slow

Clear my mind and whipping the truck low

I pop death

You're looking to a sun dawg

If rap ain't work I be pimpin' on some ho

Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow

I'm back like crack over the drum roll

You know wherever I go the gun go

We on the grind

All the time

Ain't 'bout to let a n**ga come and snatch mine

I keep a nine

To see the shine

I might let your a** slide this time

While I get this paper paper

While I get this paper paper

Cause I'm a celebrity

Ghetto-celebrity

Ghetto-celebrity

Ghetto-celebrity

Ain't nothing changed n**ga

The media will test ya popularity is pressure

Porche Panamera platinum hammer through the metal

Wreck a booth up I'm too tough

That inner-city grammar step your jewels up

They bruised up I'll sparkle for the camera

Harsh reality's what pulls them

And holding them back from opening

Verbal attack all over these n**gas

Push the herd to the back

I'm the kind that they prey on

Spending half of they day on

Lay on n**gas for days the shots spray on

My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac

6 4 jumping like the ground too hot

They spot me they chase a n**ga down two blocks

Two shots in the air for n**gas that ain't here

Two tone two door grey top blue floor

Green guap galore in and out of new hall

That bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash

I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass

We on the grind

All the time

Ain't 'bout to let a n**ga come and snatch mine

I keep a nine

To see the shine

I might let your a** slide this time

While I get this paper paper

While I get this paper paper

Cause I'm a celebrity

Ghetto-celebrity

Ghetto-celebrity

Ghetto-celebrity

Ain't nothing changed n**ga

There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar

And have it overflowing

So don't get me going don't dare start

You'll never see me again Amelia Earhart

I'm popping a wheelie off to a really unfair start

I'm past grinding for me guess I just be grounded up

Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck

Tightly-wound as f**k

Till the Fire Marshalls come shut

Fire Marshall down and up

I suggest you better shut the f**k up

And stop f**king around and duck

I ain't playing this time I told you I'm out for blood

So to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant

Like calling a b**ch a ho or asking a gal to suck

And blow on your d**k cock

Is she up to screwing

Down to f**k

It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut

With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled

Running through a house of mutts

In other words I'm shutting every one of you b**ches' mouths up

And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f**king butt

And ain't sh*t changed my sh*t still don't stink player

My farts may have gotten staler ever since

I became a trailer park celebrity

Maybe my complexion became a little paler

Poster child for white trash

I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor yeah

See me I'm all up on your b**ch means I'mma R**e her

All I got for these hoes is d**k duct tape and a stapler

So b**ch you better look for table scraps to scrape up

I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press

But homie I get the paper