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"Eminem - The Shady Cxvpher (Traduction Française)"

[Verse 6: Eminem]
(My name is Marshall
I'm repping that motherf*cking Motor City, b*tch)
I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet
Began to trend set, murdered the friend's pet
Made sh*t as ill as it can get when it debt
Like a f*cking vignette and two bars skins wet
I'm already covered in sweat
I wasn't even ready to come in yet
AHH, let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile
And "Rap God" was a freestyle
Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on the couch
And I'm freestyling now
I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow
It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul
Cause sh*t I'm thinking about should be illegal
I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland Ohi-
And went to South Beach with his talents
Scream "f*ck you" on the way out and wink with a smile
This whole game can eat a di*k, I'm going back deep underground
But right now I'm back on that bullsh*t and you I'm singling out
Cause you're so f*cking outdated you should mingle a while
What the f*ck is this clusterf*ck of busters
Bunch of bussing Douglas', motherf*ckers is one hit wonders
One swing and you're crowned
Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingling now
You think you f*cking with me cause you sold like 300 thou
b*tch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground
Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around
Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd
And heave a child in a sink alone, Cinco De Mayo
When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo
Mardi Gras beads in a towel
I just made that up
I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual
But I'll show you a Mexican stand off
Between just these two amigos
Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking outloud
But I sure as f*ck think I know how rebody English, no doubt
Cause we're trying to kill each other, but lyrically
The f*ck is humility? What is a real emcee?
Royce, he came up in the sh*t with me
Never spit that hustling sh*t, it wasn't a fit for me
Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me
Just not giving a f*ck and plus with the history
And muscular distrophy, it wasn't a mystery
Why this middle finger was stuck in this upper-positony
So what in the f*ck is a list to me?
I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em
Heck, man, I get my respect without 'em
And really been into diamonds since I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from there
Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware
Screaming life is still unfair til I get a real career
The f*ck am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling
Two gazillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in
And a mood to kill till I apply my Coupe DeVille
To some children at the food pavilion at Build A Bear
Warrior's mind, I'm pro [?] on euphoria
In the drum imperium line, I'm soaring
I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time ignoring the warning signs
Full on untill I go four wheeler driving
Gory and violent, horrifying
You surely won’t find no one more important than I am
With this glorious rhyme with
But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up
I usually am abusive, but excuse me, m'am
I guess I must've threw you for a loop like toucan Sam
When I said I could use the sample cause you'se a tramp
But look how you react to this trigger like
When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam
You playing right in Lex Luthor's hands
It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan
But f*ck it, Superman wanted to change in a phone booth for Stan
I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band
Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed
In his pooper with lubricant, wait, that's two, I can't
Since honesty is the best policy I'll give you the old college try
Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify
As a gentleman and a scholar, but it's time that I swallow pride
To say that I'm sorry, sorry that I can't apologize
I think of all the times I compromised my bottom lines
And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughters minds
Then I'm like dollar signs
But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke
It's more of a knockout than [?] Rice
Play nice, b*tch, I punchline Lana del rey right
In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight
And in plain sight of the elevator surveillance
Til her head is banged on the railing
Then celebrate with the Ravens
Never dated an [?] that self-medicates with inhalers
I meditate, but I may need a better way to escape
The aggression, rage and the anger
Cause them restraints on the ankles
Heavyweights [?] with handcuffs in in chains
This ain't enough to contain it
But I still get the same respect as Jay if I came on
Stage in a f*cking [?] everyday and it's clayborn
Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson
Wait, sl*t your friends, what are they gonna say
Cause makeup ain't gonna cover
That eye that's seven/eights of the way shut
Peppersprayed with your face cut
Made my bank like a lay up
Of these effing skanks on the way up
Oh, b*tch thinks she's heaven sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven inches from the floor
While I'm standing on the fourth floor balcony
Get to sharing when I'm stretching it
b*tch, I'm a pimp so a limp di*k is all you'll ever get
So if she's hesitant to get the hint
I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's messing with
Eloquent when I tell a chick not to never use sex as a weapon
When I step in and beat the wrenched witch with a [?]

Oh in the Shady 2.0
We wrote in roman numerals like they do for the Super Bowls
Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes
The flows lose you as usual, so juvenile
2 year old when I go to the studio
It's only music but don't be foolish though
You don't know me through it ho but you can blow me to it though
In my homie's Buick
Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do
And I murder you on a f*ckin' track like Tony Stewart
In one take, if I f*ck up I don't redo it
You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it
The day I don't say f*ck you all, you can throw me through it
Rootin' this, tootin' this, shootin' this from the hip
With the women, I'm an enemy to them
And the epitome of an inconsiderate idiot
But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia
They tryna get rid of me [?]
But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag
Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute these raps through
And if I catch you

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