Редакция проекта ThisIs50 взяла небольшое интервью у рэпера Phersher, во время которого он выдал отличную акапеллу, зачитав куплет из трека Эминема «Marshall Mathers».
«Вот один из моих любимым куплетов с альбома Эминема «The Marshall Mathers LP», – сказал Phersher во время интервью и зачитал:
You might see me joggin’, you might see me walkin’
You might see me walking a dead Rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollering at him ‘cause the son of a bitch won’t quit barkin’
Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Looking for Big’s killers, dressing ridiculous
Blue and red, like I don’t see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off ‘cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off ’em
And get dollars that should’ve been theirs
Like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist’ popping and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Starting shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct’s to kill N’Sync, don’t get me started
These fucking brats can’t sing and Britney’s garbage
What is this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin’
Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin’
And getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken
New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can’t wait ’til I catch all you faggots in public
I’ma love it
Vanilla Ice don’t like me, said some shit in Vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screaming, “I don’t care, just bite me!”
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer and call themselves clowns ‘cause they look queer
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claiming Detroit, when y’all live 20 miles away
And I don’t wrestle, I’ll knock you fucking faggots the fuck out
Ask ’em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back
When they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck – blaow!
Look at y’all running your mouth again
When you ain’t seen a fucking mile road south of 10
And I don’t need help from D12 to beat up two females
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Slim Anus? You damn right, slim anus
I don’t get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots
