[Verse 2: 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, mothafucka, I'm livid 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 not think it's that big of a deal to steal from me But music is all I got Aside from my daughters, not 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 Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it? Put it all in every record that I record Well then please tell me why on this Earth Lord does it keep happening, I keep rapping But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit Cause it feels like a down, there ain't no gettin up from But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb I'm anything but glum, so fuck 'em! They'll appreciate me when I'm gone; they'll say it was I'll, 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 gentlemen, Slaughterhouse I give you!