رد فعل على كلمات أغنية Infinite لإيمينيم وبراعته في التلاعب بالألفاظ

Eminem said, "My pen and paper cause a chain reaction to get your brain relaxing.

The zany acting maniac in action. A brainiac, in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction.

You look insanely wack with just a fraction of my tracks spun.

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills.

I travel through your mind and chill your spine like siren drills.

I'm sliming grills of roaches with spray that disinfects and twisting necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects." Go, "What?"

"Put this in decks and check the monologue.

Turn your system up, twist them up and indulge in the marijuana smoke.

This is the season for noise pollution contamination, examination of more cartoons and animation.

My lamination of narration hits a snaring base on the track for a fucked up rapper interrogation.

When I declare invasion, ain't no time to be staring, gazing.

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland.

I'm infinite. You heard of hell, well, I was sent from it.

I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments.

Now I'm trying to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it. I'm infinite."

What the fuck? This, this is '95, '96? What?

Who... He was destined to be great. And he came out the city of Detroit, baby, yeah.

What? Look at the literary devices that this man has used in this song.

Like, just lit-- oh, my goodness, this man's crazy.

He said, "I let the beat commence, so I can beat the sense in your elite defense.

I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse.

I greet the gents and ladies. I spoil loyal fans.

I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans.

My coil hands around this microphone are lethal.

One thought of my cerebral is deeper than a Jeep full of people.

MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium.

Battle a band of phonies MCs, I stand the lonely one.

Imitator, intimidator, stimulator, simulator of data eliminator.

There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus.

Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases.

My thesis will smash the stereo to pieces.

My acapella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis.

It eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally with entity, dementedly meant to be infinite.

You heard of hell, well, I was sent from it.

I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments." What?

"Now I'm trying to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it.

I'm infinite." What? What are we talking about?

Oh, my goodness. I am so grateful that we get this song in my lifetime.

What?