旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记,是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
衡量一首歌曲对不插电乐器(例如钢琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、萨克斯)而非电子或数字合成的依赖程度
Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分,传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应,而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
舞蹈性
综合各种因素,包括节奏的稳定性、节奏模式和节拍重点,来确定一首歌曲是否适合跳舞。一首“适合跳舞”的歌曲可能具有稳定的节奏、重复的音乐结构和强烈的重拍。
能量
曲目的感知强度,可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富,而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
BPM70
音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Charles Bradley
被采样艺人
Eminem
声乐
PHresher
被采样艺人
Stewart Cameron
被采样艺人
Kent Jones
声乐
作曲和作词
Charles Bradley
词曲作者
Ray Illya Fraser
词曲作者
Thomas Brenneck
词曲作者
Leon Michels
词曲作者
Marshall Mathers
词曲作者
David Guy
词曲作者
制作和工程
Brian Gardner
母带工程师
Eminem
联合制作人
Illadaproducer
制作人
Joe Strange
录音工程师
Mike Strange
录音工程师
Tony Campana
助理工程师
Darwin Sanchez
录音工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
You claimed if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment, shoot the bailiff
Karate kick the plaintiff
Gotti with the stainless
I'll just call it shotty entertainment
If y'all was in the party gettin' faded on molly
Had the audience sedated
You wouldn't catch a body if it fainted
Probably let it fall and hit the pavement
But you'd be the first lobbyin' to claim it
Bitch, stop bein' a lame
Your hobby isn't robbery and dismemberin' body limbs
Like you was Tommy Lynn Sells
And chainsawing them in the basement
Hardly fits your job description
Ain't nobody dippin' out the back of the club like, "Oh my God, he's trippin'!"
Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain't it?
Wouldn't take a bobby pin and wave it
I need to stop bein' debated
You're still copyin', Xeroxing, I'm still copping a feel
Like Bill Cosby at will, popping a pill
Then spill Oxy's in Jill's coffee
Then send her out to the hotel lobby
A lil' wobbly and still groggy
[Verse 2]
This blonde fuck's reprehensible misconducts, never sensible
Kiss my butt, my set of principles is gone
But till I get the President to respond
My pen and pencil is a missile launcher
And send it to Mitch McConnell
Just as big of a bitch as Donald
Shit's on, bruh!
Let me sing this shit soprano while I do it pizzicato
Ivanka, stiff arm her
While I'm hittin' on Melania
And this song's for all ya!
[Verse 3]
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended!)
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt
But I'ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended!)
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended!)
'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up
Till everybody eats my turds
[Verse 4]
These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me
Like Justin Ross Harris at a nursery
Goin' ham and candy yam on nanny cam
I'm gettin' handys with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrest
I'm imagining objects, so I'm batting cobwebs
From a daddy longleg
And Hamtramck, got the panoramic cameras
Xanax, a banana hammock, and a Santa hat
I'm smellin' like a damn mechanic
With a chick that looks like Janet Jackson with a Spanish accent
Twice your age and I'm actin' half it
[Verse 5]
Grow up? Nah
Not that I know of, y'all
Basement just got a frickin' overhaul, got a stripper pole installed
Started rollin' all through those Klono-pins like a bowlin' ball
Like an overdose on twice the ratio of Propofol
And go through no withdrawal while I get fellatio
And give a facial to an interracial blow-up doll of Rachel Dolezal
You're so appalled, so is my manager
Bitch, I 'amateur', fuck a pro career
Coast is clear, but nowhere to go from here
And nobody's close, so don't compare
There ain't nowhere near, I'm way over here
My competition can't see me
'Cause I don't own a mirror!
[Verse 6]
But Marshall, you are terrific, so smart and gifted
I'm so narcissistic, when I fart, I sniff it
Do a fake dab to smell my armpits with it
Your anxiety's throwin' gang signs
But I made strides with these rape lines
I'm cuttin' back on women hate crimes
Like Ray Rice when he FaceTimes
Bang, bang, bang, bang time
Dang knives to butcher them gay wives
You're gonna need sutures the same size
As the blade I push into kaputt ya when I
Pull 'em like sleigh rides
Gotta stab a bitch at least eight times
To make it on Dateline
I came to stake my claim like a canine
Waitin' in a buffet line
So Kellyanne Conway, I'm a really bad hombre
Come play, belly dance on me
I've been making wedding plans all day
[Verse 7]
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended!)
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt
But I'ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended!)
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended!)
'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up
Till everybody eats my turds
[Verse 8]
Eight year old with the wordplay
Girl, take this pole like a survey
Today wasn't my birthday
But I'm caked up like a dessert tray
So we're in shape
'Cause you're in a slurrin' state
I'm a ten, you're an eight
Like what I do before, after, and during rape
You wanna get into a pissin' contest and find out who's better?
And they made a fool out of what I pulled out him
R. Kelly with a full bladder
Non-high school grad, I'm not a scholar
But I'm so cold, when I'm droppin' out with my degrees
Is the same as I got in college (Zero)
But nobody's hotter, you owe me my respect
I owe you nada like Lodi partner, blow me
Told you I'm so dirty, homie, you can throw me in some holy water
With some floaties on
And get the soap and try to get the Pope to hold me
While you hose me off, and nope, I won't be washed
You hope to God I don't explode, I gotta blow this spot up though
I got a lotta mo'
I won't put the sugar coating on it though
'Cause sometimes you can feel like your energy's expired
Rap's got you drained, dead tired, zapped
You feel like a wet pile of crap
But look, man, like the feds buggin' my phone (Uh huh)
I get why you're tapped
But you gotta get your fire back
Catch fire, get upset and fire back
[Verse 9]
It's what I tell myself
When times get bad
'Cause sometimes, I might get sad
But I take the same advice I had
And tell myself like I used to tell Hailie, when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you see this side of me
I'm right in your ass
'Fore the pen, I stood up for the kid
Who had to put up with the bullies at his school (At his school)
You ain't have to have no money
Or go shoppin' just to cop a fuckin' attitude (Attitude)
[Verse 10]
Now my dough's amountin' to a mountain
It's rised too high to count it
Never asked to be rich
All I did was wish I had a dime for every time that I was doubted
But then I think about it and I'm enraged
'Cause I just figured out that if I was paid
For the time I spent to put the pen to the page
It'd be minimum wage
[Verse 11]
But it's embedded in my head, I never hunted for the bread and butter
What I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of
But I'm never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood I put up in the pen
And when I'm dead, I wonder, will they put me on a pedestal?
Or forget I was ever this incredible?
I guess I better go harder than ever
'Cause I'll never get another motherfuckin' opportunity again
To offend as many people, with this I can, simply because I can
[Verse 12]
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended!)
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt
But I'ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended!)
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended!)
'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up
Till everybody eats my turds
Written by: Charles Bradley, Dave Guy, Kent Jones, Leon Michels, Marshall Mathers, Ray Illya Fraser, Thomas Brenneck


