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Yeah Tryna figure out the difference But I think—think the lines are starting to get blurred I'm in a strange place I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space 'Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face I need a change of pace 'Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads cold turkey And started slowly roastin' 'em 'Cause that's where most of my anger is based Fuck your feelings I feel like I play for the Saints I just wanna hurt you—aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes I'm frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack I'm goin' all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle Suck a duck, crawl out the back—it's a bar fight Prepare your arsenal And beware of bar stools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full "You done called every woman a slut but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin) Oh, my bad, slut! And next time I show up to court I'll be naked and just wear a law suit Judge be like, "That's sharp How much that motherfucker cost you, smart-ass? You're lucky I don't tear it off you And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker! You're so fuckin' gravy, Marshall, I should start callin' you 'au jus' 'Cause all's you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo" Evil Twin, take this beat now, it's all you I believe people can change but only for the worse I coulda changed the world if it wasn't for this verse—so satanic K-Mart chains panic 'cause they can't even spin back the curse words 'Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker Rekcufrehtom! (Rape your mother)— Tihs! (Kill your parents) And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screamin', "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" Adult with a childish-like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits? Fuck that! I'd rather be loud, and I like swearin'" From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes!" But my fuckin' mouth was nightmarish And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this and opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition (Haha) Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies There's darkness closing in (Evil twin), there it goes again (My evil twin) It controls my pen (My evil twin), but that ain't me, it's my evil twin (Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) But he's just a friend (Evil twin) who pops up now and again (Evil twin) So don't blame me (Evil twin), blame him, it's my evil twin (Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber? Nah, F with Christina I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba My album's just sicker than strep with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve, or Extra Strength Tylenol 3s Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin' Bedridden and destined never to leave the Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh- Ledger My suicide note's barely legible; read the Bottom, it's signed by the Joker Lorena said I never can leave her She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit, bitch! Give up my dick for pussy? I'll be Jerry Mathers I ever left it to Beaver Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver Golly wolly, I vent, heat register, Jesus Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely in my destiny When on the steps, I met DeShaun at Osborn I'd never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap Used to mop floors, flip burgers, and wash dishes While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for 'em 'Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin' Made 'em break out the popcorn Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form Since N.W.A was blarin' through my car windows Leanin' on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police," like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin So who the fuck you think that third and that fourth spot's for? And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him, and I'm nuts Then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem? But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that (evil grin) (Evil twin) please come in; what was your name again? Hi! Faggot Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there Peace to Whitney Jeez, just hit me That I should call the Looney Police to come get me 'Cause I'm so sick of bein' the truth I wish someone'd finally admit me To a mental hospital with Britney Oh, LMFAO, no way, Jo- -se Baez couldn't beat this rap—O.J., no Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho (Hey ho!) I sound like I'm tryna sing the fuckin' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray" No, I'm hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8 And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so Let your low-end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling? You tryin' to hold hands with your homie? What, you think I'm lookin' for romance 'cause I'm lonely? Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke, so I don't work So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't work But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize 'Cause we are the same Bitch
Writer(s): Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Tavish L. Graham, Joey Chavez, Wolfgang Duren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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