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E/G#dimI sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bagOf this weed, it gives me the s*** needed to beThe most meanest MC on this on this EarthAnd since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just curseAnd just blurt this berserk and bizarre s*** that worksAnd it sells and it helps in itself to relieveAll this tension, dispensin’ these sentencesGettin’ this stress that’s been eatin’ me recently off o’ this chestAnd I rest again peacefullyBut at least have the decency in youTo leave me alone when you freaks see me outIn the streets when I’m eatin or feedin’ my daughterTo not come and speak to meI don’t know you and, no, I don’t owe you a motherf***in’ thingI’m not Mr. 'NSync, I’m not what your friends thinkI’m not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prickIf you tempt me, my tank is on emptyNo patience is in me and if you offend meI’m liftin you 10 feet in the airI don’t care who is there and who saw me destroy youGo call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuitI’ll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobeI’m tired of all youI don’t mean to be mean but that’s all I can be is just meAnd I am whatever you say I amIf I wasn’t, then why would I say I amIn the paper, the news, every day I amRadio won’t even play my jam'Cause I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn’t, then why would I say I amIn the paper, the news, every day I amI don’t know it’s just the way I amSometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be botheredWith all of this nonsense, it’s constantAnd oh, it’s his lyrical contentThe song “Guilty Conscience” has gotten such rotten responsesAnd all of this controversy circles meAnd it seems like the media immediately points a finger at meSo I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkieOr the ring or the thumb, it’s the one you put upWhen you don’t give a f***, when you won’t just put upWith the bulls*** they pull 'cause they full of s*** tooWhen a dude’s gettin bullied and shoots up his schoolAnd they blame it on Marilyn and the heroinWhere were the parents at and look where it’s atMiddle America, now it’s a tragedyNow it’s so sad to see an upper class cityHavin’ this happenin’Then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this wayBut I’m glad 'cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fireTo burn and it’s burnin and I have returnedAnd I am whatever you say I amIf I wasn’t, then why would I say I amIn the paper, the news, every day I amRadio won’t even play my jam'Cause I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn’t, then why would I say I amIn the paper, the news, every day I amI don’t know it’s just the way I amI’m so sick and tired of bein’ admiredThat I wish that I would just die or get firedAnd dropped from my label and stop with the fablesI’m not gonna be able to top on “My Name Is..”And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensationTo cop me rotation at Rock & Roll stationsAnd I just do not got the patienceTo deal with these cocky Caucasians who thinkI’m some whigger who just tries to be black 'cause I talk with an accentAnd grab on my b***s, so they always keep askin’ the same f***in’ questionsWhat school did I go to, what hood I grew up inThe why, the who, what, when, the where, and the howTill I’m grabbin’ my hair and I’m tearin’ it out'Cause they drivin’ me crazy, I can’t take itI’m racin’, I’m pacin’, I stand and I sitAnd I’m thankful for every fan that I getBut I can’t take a s*** in the bathroom without someone standin’ by itNo, I won’t sign your autographYou can call me an a******, I’m glad'Cause I am whatever you say I amIf I wasn’t, then why would I say I amIn the paper, the news, every day I amRadio won’t even play my jam'Cause I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn’t, then why would I say I amIn the paper, the news, every day I amI don’t know it’s just the way I am
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