Yeah, trying to figure out the But I think I think the lines are starting to get
I'm in a strange I feel like Mase when he up the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in chains and restraints Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze space 'Cause I'm mentally rearranging his
I need a change of 'cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to this anger and thanks to this angst I done chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em 'Cause that's most of my anger is based
Fuck feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints I just want to hurt you, aim for the Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, and the Drake's I'm frustrated cause no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to out and attack I'm going all out in this rap and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, out the back, let's bar fight
Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools through the air And bottles breaking, also And I ain't 'til the swear jar's full You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah Oh my bad, And next time I up in court I'll be naked and square a lawsuit Judge be like "That's sharp, how much motherfucker cost you?" ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you And your bones, you sexy motherfucker You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I start calling you au jus
'Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the Evil twin, take this now, it's on you" I believe people can change, but only for the I could've changed the world if it for this verse So satanic Kmart chains 'Cause they can't even spin the curse words it works when they're reversed, motherfucker
And kids are like parrots They run around the house just like "fuck, shit, fuck" Adult with a like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was "merits, fuck that" I'd be loud and I like swearing From the first album even the gals like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my mouth was nightmare-ish
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of And the opposition felt the Sometimes I listen and them old albums Often as I can and skim through all bitches To sure I keep up with my competition, ha ha
Hogger of beats, of rhymes Borderline who's bored of his lines And that sort of where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel I might just strike first and ignore the replies
This darkness in me (Evil twin) it goes again (Evil twin) If you chose my pen that me it's my evil twin He's just a friend who up now and again (Evil twin) So blame me, blame him (Evil twin) I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an grin
Welcome to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite time
So who's left? Lady Gaga? with the Bieber Nah, F Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Strength Tylenol 3's Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm and destined to never leave the Bedroom again like the legend of Heather Ledger My suicide notes, legible read the Bottom, signed by The Joker said I never can leave her She'd sever my wiener I ever her
Fuck that shit, Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Mathers I'd ever left it to Get them titties cut off trying to with the cleaver Golly-wally I bet he registered since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean My went on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn I'd never it to sophomore I just to skip school and rap, used to mop floors Flip burgers and dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em
They were sleeping, I made stop snorin' Made them break out the Now I've been hip hop in its tip top Since N.W.A. was blaring my car windows leaning on the horn Screaming "fuck the police" like cop
rap on its ear like I dropped coin top 5, bitch, I'm top 4 And that includes and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th for? And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer him And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants to Eminem? But no insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin) Please in, what was your name again?
Hi, Look who's back a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala and a ball of hair And all aware I ain't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just up there to Whitney, geez, just hit me That I should the looney police to come get me 'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody admit me Into a mental hospital with
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez couldn't beat rap, OJ no Hooray, I'm off the like Casey Anthony Hey ho, hey ho I sound like I'm trying to sing the to fucking hip hop hooray No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in like an Eight and a base whether I'm fucking off that instead of face, ho Let low hand raise, yo
Tango, you think, ho? Slow dancing in You to hold hands with your homie? You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely? Change tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable I got a boner tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't So are you, but you're 'cause you don't work
But all aside I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit is As it to be when I first introduced y'all to my skiddish side And blamed it on him they tried to criticize we are the same, bitch