Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
But I think
I think the lines are starting to get blurred
Im in a strange place
I feel like Mae when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like Im caged in these chains and restraints
Grimming every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
Cause Im mentally rearranging his face
I need a change of pace cause the pace Im working at is dangerous
Theres nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting em
Cause thats where most of my anger is baste
Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
Im frustrated cause aint no more NSync, now Im all out of whack
Im all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
Im going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is Im strapped for battles sucka
Duck, crawl out the back, its a bar fight
Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools
Flying through the air and bottles breaking, mirrors also
And I aint stopping till the swear jars full
You done called every woman a slut
But youre forgetting Sarah, Marshall
Palin!
Oh, my bad… Slut
And next time I show to in court Ill be naked and just wear a lawsuit
Judge be like Thats sharp, how much did that motherfucker cost you?
Smart-ass, youre lucky I dont tear it off you
And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker
Youre so fucking gravy, Marshall I should start calling you au jus
Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo
Evil twin, take this beat now, its all you
I believe people can change, but only for the worse
I couldve changed the world if it wasnt for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic
Cause they cant even spin back the curse words
Cause theyre worse when theyre reversed, motherfucker
Rape your mother, kill your parents
And these kids are like parrots, they run
Around the house just like terrorists
Screaming, fuck, shit, fuck adult with a childish-like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out I was like, merits
Fuck that, Id rather be loud and I like swearing
From thr first album even the gals were like Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes
But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish
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
Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius whos bored of his lines
And that sort of defines
Where Im at
And the way I feel now, feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies
Theres darkness closing in, there it goes again
It controls my pen, but that aint me, its my evil twin
But hes just a friend, who pops up now and again
So dont blame me, just blame him, its my evil twin
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time
So whos left, Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber
Nah, F with Christina, I aint fucking with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Cloriseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or
Extra Strength Tylenol 3s, feel like Im burning to death but Im freezing
Bed ridden and destined never to leave the
Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heath-uh-
Ledger, my suicide notes, barely legible read the
Bottom, its signed by the Joker, Lorena said I never can leave her
Shed sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, bitch!
Give up my dick for pussy?
Id be Jerry Mathers, I ever left it to Beaver
Get them titties cut off trying to mess with a cleaver
Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus
Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden, it was definitely my
Destiny when on the steps, I met DeShaun
At Osborn, Id 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 trying to get props for em
Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for em
They were sleeping, I made em stop snorin
Made them break out the popcorn
Now Ive been hip-hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn
Screaming Fuck the police like cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear
Like I dropped corn
Fuck top five, bitch, Im top four
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an Evil Twin, so who the fuck do you think that third and that fourth spots for?
And crazy as I am Im much tamer than him
And Im nuts, then again who the fuck wants a plain Eminem?
But no ones insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin
Evil twin please come in, what was your name again?
Hi! Faggot
Look whos back with a crab up his ass
Like a lobster crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair
And youre all aware I dont got it all upstairs
Guess thats why Im an addict and its so small up there
Peace to Whitney, jeez, just hit me
That I should call the Looney Police to come get me
Cause Im so sick of being the truth, I wish someone finally admit me
To a mental hospital with Britney
Oh! LMFAO
Oh, no way, Jo-
Se Baez couldnt beat this rap, OJ no
Hooray, Im off the like Casey Anthony, hey ho
Hey-ho!
I sound like Im trying to sing the fucking chorus to Hip Hop Hooray, no
Im hollering you got bottom-end like an 8-0-
8 and I base whether were fucking off that instead of your face, so
Let your low end raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancing or bowling?
You trying to hold hands with your homie?
What, you think Im looking for romance cause Im lonely?
Change that tune, you aint got a remote chance to control me
Ho, Im only vulnerable when I got a boner
Superman try to fuck me over, it wont hurt
Dont try to fix me, Im broke so I dont work
So are you, but youre broke cause you dont 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 yall to my skittish side
And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
Cause we are the same, bitch