16. Evil Twin [Альбом: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 ]
[Intro] Yeah, trying to figure out the difference But I think the lines are starting to get blurry
[Verse 1] I'm in a strange place, I feel like Mase when he gave up the game For his faith, I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze Into space cause I'm mentally rearranging his face I need a change of pace cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads in cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em Cause that's where most of my anger is based Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's Wayne's and the Drake's, I'm frustrated cause ain't No more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, bar fight Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools Flying through the air and bottles breaking, mirrors also And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's full You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah, Marshall (Palin!) Oh, my bad, slut And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit Judge be like "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you? Smart-ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo Evil twin, take this beat now, it's on you" I believe people can change, but only for the worse I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse So satanic K-Mart chains panic, cause they can't even spin back The curse words, cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker (I fuck 'em! Rape your mother! Kill your parents!) And these kids are like parrots, they run around the house just like terrorists Screaming "Fuck, shit, fuck!" Adult with a childish like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "Merits, fuck that" I'd rather be loud and I like swearing From the first album even the gals were like "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this And the opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim Through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies
[Hook] This darkness comes in me, here it comes again It controls my pen, that ain't me, it's my evil twin (I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) He's just a friend who pops up now and again So don't blame me, blame him, cause I ain't playing (I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
[Interlude] Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time
[Verse 2] So who's left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker Than struck with the fever, get the cloriseptic Excedrin aleve Or extra strength Tylenol 3's, feel like I'm burning to death But I'm freezing Bed ridden and destined to never leave the, bedroom Ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger My suicide notes, barely legible read the, bottom It's signed by