whatever dre, just let it run aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit aiyyo this song is for anyone * it just shut up and listen, aiyyo
i sit back with this pack of zig zags and this bag of this weed it gives me the * needed to be the most meanest mc on this on this earth and since birth ive been cursed with this curse to just curse and just blurt this berserk and bizarre * that works 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 (peacefully) but at least have the decency in you to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out in the streets when im eatin or feedin my daughter to not come and speak to me (speak to me) i don't know you and no, i don't owe you a mo-*-in thing im not mr nsync, im not what your friends think im not mr friendly, i can be a prick if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty) no patience is in me and if you offend me im liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet) in the air i don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit i'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe im tired of arguing (of arguin) i don't mean to be mean but that's all i can be is just me
ch and i am, whatever you say i am if i wasn't, then why would i say i am? in the paper, the news everyday i am radio won't even play my jam cause i am, whatever you say i am if i wasn't, then why would i say i am? in the paper, the news everyday i am i don't know it'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 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 (finger at me) so i point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up when you don't give a *, when you won't just put up with the * they pull, cause they full of * too when a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school and they blame it on marilyn (on marilyn) and the heroin where were the 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 ci-ty havin this happenin (this happenin) then attack eminem cause i rap this way (rap this way) but im glad cause they feed me the fuel that i need for the fire to burn and it's burnin and i have returned
ch im so sick and tired of bein admired that i wish that i would just die or get fired and dropped from my label and stop with the fables im not gonna be able to top on my name is and pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation to cop me rotation at rocknroll stations and i just do not got the patience (got the patience) to deal with these cocky caucasians who think im some wigger who just tries to be black cause i talk with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin the same * questions (* questions) what school did i go to, what hood i grew up in the why, the who what when, the where, and the how til im grabbin my hair and im tearin it out cus they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy) i can't take it im racin, im pacin, i stand and i sit and im thankful for every fan that i get but i cant take a *, in the bathroom without someone standin by it no i won't sign your autograph you can call me an asshole im glad