Я твое время, которое почти вышло, а ты так и не понял.Я твой взгляд в прошлое, говорящий - А я ведь предупреждал
I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again Backs to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds Toilets clogged, Yeah ‘cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollas After the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience I’m the ringing in your ears I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal chords after your concerts I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow I’m the bullies you hate, that you became With every faggot you slaughtered Coming back on you every woman you insult That, with the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything, you take for granted ‘Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper’s persona's half a facade And Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic, of you not knowing what you had until it’s gone ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam, no more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off Sad, but it happens to all of them I’m the hindsight to say, “I told you so!” Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow I’m the future that’s here to show you what happens tomorrow If you don’t stop after they call you the Biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits When it’s time to walk away I’m every guilt trip The baggage you had But as you gather up all your possessions If there's anything you have left to say Unless it makes an impact don’t bother So before you rest your case Better make sure you’re packing a wallop So one last time, I’m back Before it fades into black and it’s all over Behold the final chapter in the saga Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice the magic that started it all Tragic portrait of an artist tortured Trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts Blacker and darker than anything imaginable Here goes a wild stab in the dark As we pick up the last Mathers left off. (AnI)