[Eminem:] I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame Trouble as the pain grows double, give a fuck what you say When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away To people who don't even appreciate flows, motherfucker, I'm living today Cause I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts It's like driving a spike through my heart You might think it's not that big of a deal to steal from me But music is all I got Aside from my daughters, not trying to sound like a martyr But it's getting harder than I thought To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I'm about to just snap And I might not deserve it but I got to, did I not work for it? Put it all in every record I rip for When the ... But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb like many think SO FUCK THEM They'll appreciate me when I'm gone, they say it was ill, right? The way I kill mics? But the way i feel right now? It just feels like I'm so done with this shit I might as well wipe I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you Ladies and gentleman, Slaughterhouse I give you!