Eminem

Whatever Dre just let it run, ey yo, turn the beat up a little bit. Ey yo, this song is for anyone. Fuck it, just shut up and listen. Ey yo, I sit back, with this pack, of zigzags and this bag, of this weed. It gives me, the shit needed to be, the most meanest MC on this, on this earth. 'Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse and just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works and it sells and it helps in its self to relieve all this tension dispensing me, sentence is getting it. The stress has been eating me, recently off of this chest and I rest to get peacefully but at least have the decency in you to leave me alone when you freaks see me out in the streets, when I'm eating or feeding my daughter to not come and speak to me, I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a motherfuckin' thing. I'm not Mr.'N Sync and I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick, if you tempt me my tank is on empty, no patience is in me and if you offend me. I'm lifting you ten feet in the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you. Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit, I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe. I'm tired of all you, I don't mean to be mean but it's all I can be, it's just me and I am, whatever you say I am, if I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam, 'cause I am, whatever you say I am, if I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am. Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense it's constant, and "Oh, it's his lyrical content!" the song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses And all of this controversy circles me and it seems Like the media immediately points a finger at me. So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck. When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit too. When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school and they blame it on Marilyn And the heroin, where were the parents at? And look at where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy, now it's so sad to see an upper class city having this happening then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way. But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned and I am, whatever you say I am, if I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam, 'cause I am, whatever you say I am, if I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am. I'm so sick and tired of being admired that I wish that I would just die or get fired and drop from my label and stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top on "My name is" and pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations, they cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations and I just do not got the patience to deal with these cocky Caucasians who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black 'cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls. So they always keep asking the same fucking questions, what school did I go to, what hood I grew up in, the why, the who, what, when and where and the how, 'til I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out You've been driving me crazy I can't take it, I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for every fan that I get, but I can't take a shit In the bathroom without someone standing by it. No I won't sign your autograph, you can call me an asshole, I'm glad 'cause I am, whatever you say I am, if I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam, 'cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am.



I got to say that he's the best even though people had been saying that Macklemore is the second best, I still think that Eminem will never be replaced. The king of rap, king of lyrics and king of my heart. Keep on going, rap until you die. Please Eminem, come to Singapore, just for once. I'm pretty sure lots of your fans in Singapore will be able to die peacefully.

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