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
On this earth and since birth
I've been cursed with this curse
To just curse and just blirt
This berzerk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All the tension dispensin these sentences gettin
The stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest
But I rest thinkin peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets
Whe I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motha fuckin thing
I'm not mister Nsync I'm not what your friends think
I'm not mister friendly I can be a prick
If you tip me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin you ten feet
In the air I don't care who was there
Or who saw me disjaw you and call you a lawyer
File you a lawsuit I smile in the courtroom
And buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of all you
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me and
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I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper,the news,evryday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cuz I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper,the news,evryday I am
I don't know that'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 this lyrical content the song you'll be conscious
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 he index or pinky
Or the ring or the thumb
It's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck
That you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull
Cuz they're full of shit too
When a dudes get a bullet and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were their parents at?
And look where it's at
Middle America now it's a tragedy now it's so sad to see
An upper class city havin this happenin
Then attack Eminem cuz I rap this way
But I'm glad cuz they feed me the fuel that I need
For the fire to burn and just burn and I have returnes and
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I'm so sick and tired of bein 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 all my name hits
Pidgeon holdin to some poppy sensation
That got me rotation at rock and roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky caucasians
Who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be black
Cuz I talk wit an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep askin the same fuckin questions
What school did I go to? What hood I grew up in
The why the whowhat when the where and the how
Till I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out
Cuz they drivin me crazy
I can't take it I'm racin I'm pacin
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 standin by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I'm glad cuz
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