So they always keep askin' the same fuckin' questions. (Got the patience.) To deal with these cocky caucasians Who think, I'm some wigger who just tries to be black, 'Cause I talk with an accent, and grab on my balls. I'm not gonna be able, to top on 'My Name Is.' (My name is.) And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation, To cop me rotation at rock 'n roll stations. And dropped from my label, and stop with the fables. I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired, That I wish that I would just die, or get fired. 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. Then attack Eminem, 'cause I rap this way. An upper class city, havin' this happenin. (Uhahhhhhhhhhh.) And the heroin, where were the parents at?! (Parents at!) And look where it's at, middle-America, Now it's a tragedy, now it's so sad to see. When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school, And they blame it on Marilyn. With the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit too. 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. (Finger at me.) So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinky. 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. Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered. then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

(Of arguin'.) I don't mean to be mean, but that's all I can be, it's just me. I'll smile in the courtroom, and buy you a wardrobe. Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit. In the air, I don't care who was there, and who saw me destroy you. I'm liftin' you ten feet, (Liftin you' 10 feet.). (Is on empty.) No patience is in me, and if you offend me. I'm not Mister Friendly, I can be a prick. (Speak to me.) I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a motherfucking thing! I'm not Mister N*Sync, I'm not what your friends think. (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 eatin' or feedin' my daughter To not come and speak to me. And it sells, and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension, Dispensin' these sentences, gettin' this stress that's been eatin me recently Off of this chest, and I rest again peacefully. (Mother fuck!) And just blurt this berserk, and bizarre shit that works. And since birth I've been cursed, with this curse to just curse. (Hey yo.) I sit back with this pack of zig zags, and this bag of this weed, It gives me the shit needed to be, the most meanest mc on this Earth.

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