3- “Rhyme Or Reason” 4- “So Much Better” 5- “Survival” 6- "Legacy” 7- “Asshole” f. Skylar Grey 8- “Berzerk” 9- “Rap God” 10-“Brainless” 11.“Stronger Than I Was” 12.“The Monster” ft. Rihanna 13.“So Far…” 14.“Love Game” f. Kendrick Lamar 15.“Headlights” f. Nate Ruess 16."Evil Twin"
17. Don't front
18.Baby
19.Desperation
20.Groundhog day
21.Beautyful pain
22. Wicked Ways
Lyrics
1. Bad Guy ~Verse 1~ It’s like I'm in this dirt,digging up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won’t work All it takes is one song on the radio you’re right back on itReminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off And left me so burnt, spent a lot of time trying to soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little first Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt But I'm coming for closure Don’t suppose an explanation I’m owed for The way that you turned your back on me Just when I may have needed you most Oh, you thought it was over? You can just close the chapter And go about your life, like it was nothing? You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine Well I never recovered but tonight I bet ya that what ya 'bout to go through’s tougher than anything I ever have suffered Can’t think of a better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this" Heart is saying: "I will, once I bury this bitch alive Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"
~Hook: Sarah Jaffe~ I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through, oh you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth but it's easier to justify what's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy, I just hate to be the bad guy
~Verse 2~ And to think, I used to think you was the shit, bitch To think it was you at one time I worshiped, shit Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sew, nitwit Thought some time had passed and I'd forget it, forget it You left our family in shambles You expect me to just get over him, pretend he never existed? Maybe gone, but he's not forgotten And don't think cause he's been out the pictures so long That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya You're wrong and that shit was rotten And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, cold Have you any idea that shit I've gone through? Feelings I harbor, all this pent up resentment I hold on to Not once you called to ask me how I'm doing Letters, you don't respond to 'em Fuck it, I'm comin' to see you And gee who better to talk to than you The cause of my problems My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you Poof, then I'm gone Whoosh, and…
~Hook~
~Verse 3~ I've been drivin' around your side of this town Like nine frickin' hours and forty-five minutes now Finally I found your new address, park in your drive Feel like I been waitin' on this moment all of my life And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva My knife is out and I'm duckin' on the side of your house See, it's sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology Or your friendship or sympathy; it's revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window Like I reach my full potential, I peaked Continue to peep, still bent low Keep tappin' the glass lightly then start to crescendo Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this You don't plan for intruders before hand Surprised to see me, cat got your tongue Gag, chloroform rag, dag, almost hack up a lung Like you picked an axe up and swung Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh Now who's a faggot, you punk And here's your Bronco hat; you can have that shit back cause they suck It's just me, you and the music now, Slim I hope you hear it we are in a car right now Wait, here comes my favorite lyric: "I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die" And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP Just to try to get people to buy How's this for publicity stunt? This should be fun Last album now cause after this you'll be officially done Eminem killed by M&M, Matthew Mitchell Bitch, I even have your initials I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it Since you're in love with your city so much I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here Two more exits, time is quite near Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea As cops appear in my driver side mirror (Oh, God, police!! ahhhh) Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least New plan, Stan Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln Town Car Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, ha ha big bro it's for you Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean; oh, hope you can swim good Now say you hate homos again
~Verse 4~ I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and then 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 hollers 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 'till 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 then don’t bother So before you rest your case Better make sure you’re packin' 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 uh As we pick up where the last Mathers left off
2. “Rhyme Or Reason”
~Intro~ (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
~Verse 1~ My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap - I'm loco It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum Bout to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm Your music usually has them But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts are entertainin' But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage I need a seein' eye dog Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on Oh it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire to Die Hard So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card Hip-hop ain't dying on my watch
~Hook~ But sometimes, when I'm sleepin' She comes to me in my dreams Is she taken, is she mine? Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand to, promised land And threaten everyone Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
[Bridge] (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
~Verse 2~ No, if he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah Dad I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and Makes you want to get up and start dancin', even if it is Charles Manson Who just happens, to be rapping, blue lights flashing Laughing all the way to the bank, lamping in my K-Mart mansion I’m in the style department With a pile in my cart, ripping the aisle apart with Great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content Completely, despondent and condescending, the king of nonsense And controversy is on a, beat killing spree, your honor, I must plead guilty Cause I sparked a, revolution, rebel without a cause Who caused the evolution of rap to take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it (Hip-hop is the devil's music) Does that mean it belongs to me? Cause I just happen to be, a White honky devil with two horns That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, cause it's the...
~Hook~ It's the time of the season, when hate runs high And this time, I won't give it to you easy When I take back what's mine with pleasured hands And torture everyone, that is my plan My job here isn't done Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
[Bridge] (What's your name?) Shady (Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
~Verse 3~ So yeah, Dad let's walk, let's have us a father and son talk But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block Without me knockin' your block off This is all your fault Maybe that's why I'm so bananas I appeal to all those walks of life Whoever had strife Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like Cause I, related to the struggles of young America When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, it's hysterical I chuckle, cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles, yeah uh-oh Better beware knuckleheads, the sign of my hustle says don't knock The doors broken, it won't lock It might just fly open, get cold cocked You critics come to pay me a visit Misery loves company, please stay a minute Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it Too busy getting stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks Then you wonder why I lash out, Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers So spread the word cause I'm promoting my past until I'm passed out Completely brain dead Rainman, going a bankhead in a restraint chair So bitch if you shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare Or get shanked in the pancreas I'm angrier than all eight other reindeer Put together with Chief Keef Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah Even this rhyme, bitch And quit tryna look for a fuckin' reason for it that ain't there But I still am a CRIMINAL Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS The last Mathers LP that went diamond This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD When will the madness end How can it when there's no method to the pad and pen The only message that I have to send is: Dad, I'm back at it again, yeah
3. “So Much Better”
~Intro~ (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
~Verse 1~ My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap - I'm loco It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum Bout to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm Your music usually has them But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts are entertainin' But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage I need a seein' eye dog Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on Oh it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire to Die Hard So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card Hip-hop ain't dying on my watch
~Hook~ But sometimes, when I'm sleepin' She comes to me in my dreams Is she taken, is she mine? Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand to, promised land And threaten everyone Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
[Bridge] (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
~Verse 2~ No, if he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah Dad I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and Makes you want to get up and start dancin', even if it is Charles Manson Who just happens, to be rapping, blue lights flashing Laughing all the way to the bank, lamping in my K-Mart mansion I’m in the style department With a pile in my cart, ripping the aisle apart with Great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content Completely, despondent and condescending, the king of nonsense And controversy is on a, beat killing spree, your honor, I must plead guilty Cause I sparked a, revolution, rebel without a cause Who caused the evolution of rap to take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it (Hip-hop is the devil's music) Does that mean it belongs to me? Cause I just happen to be, a White honky devil with two horns That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, cause it's the...
~Hook~ It's the time of the season, when hate runs high And this time, I won't give it to you easy When I take back what's mine with pleasured hands And torture everyone, that is my plan My job here isn't done Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
[Bridge] (What's your name?) Shady (Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
~Verse 3~ So yeah, Dad let's walk, let's have us a father and son talk But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block Without me knockin' your block off This is all your fault Maybe that's why I'm so bananas I appeal to all those walks of life Whoever had strife Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like Cause I, related to the struggles of young America When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, it's hysterical I chuckle, cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles, yeah uh-oh Better beware knuckleheads, the sign of my hustle says don't knock The doors broken, it won't lock It might just fly open, get cold cocked You critics come to pay me a visit Misery loves company, please stay a minute Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it Too busy getting stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks Then you wonder why I lash out, Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers So spread the word cause I'm promoting my past until I'm passed out Completely brain dead Rainman, going a bankhead in a restraint chair So bitch if you shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare Or get shanked in the pancreas I'm angrier than all eight other reindeer Put together with Chief Keef Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah Even this rhyme, bitch And quit tryna look for a fuckin' reason for it that ain't there But I still am a CRIMINAL Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS The last Mathers LP that went diamond This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD When will the madness end How can it when there's no method to the pad and pen The only message that I have to send is: Dad, I'm back at it again, yeah
so much better
~Intro~ You fucking grou... Pick up the goddamn phone
~Verse 1~ Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you say? I wasn't at the studio bitch What'cha do screw Dre? You went there looking for me? Boo, that excuse is too lame Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew Drake And Lupe, you want to lose two legs You try to flip this on me If I spent more time with you You say "ookey yeah and I'm cuckoo ey?" Well, screw you And I’d be the third person who screwed you today Oh, four; Dre, Drake, Lupe -- ooh touché You were too two-faced for me Thought you was my number one, true-blue ace but you ain't And I can't see you when you make that little boo-boo face Cause I'm hanging up this phone boo You make my fucking Bluetooth ache You feeling blue? Too late, go smurf yourself You make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to someone you hate
~Hook~ My life will be so much better If you just dropped dead I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead I would feel so much better
~Verse 2~ Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway tryna get some time alone and just think Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go Cause I told 'em I'm only driving drunk, cause that bitch drove me to drink I'm back on my fuck hoes, but a whole new hatred for blondes But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on Excuse the pun but bitch is such a broad statement And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's on Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art Cause you ripped it in two pa-arts, and threw it in the garbage Who do you think you are, bitch Guess it's time for me to get the dust off and pick myself up off the carpet But I'll never say the L-word again, I L-L-L-L... Lesbian Ahh, I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest My life would be so much better if you just
~Hook~
[Bridge] Cause you told me, you love me, forever, bitch, that was a lie Now I never, wanted someone, to die, so bad in my fucking life But fuck it, there’s other fish in the sea
~Verse 3~ And I'mma have a whale of a time Being a single sailor for the night Bitch on a scale of, 1 to 10 Shit, I must be the holy grail of, catches Ho, I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name (de la) I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor made for me Say fuck it, kick some shots back, get hammered and nail her These bitches tryna get attached but they're failing to latch onto the tail Of my bumper they're scratching at the back of my trailer like I'm itching to get hitched Yeah, I'm rich as a bitch But bitches ain't shit, I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch Bitch you complain when you listen to this But you still throw yourself at me That's what I call pitchin' a bitch That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul, but my dick's on strike So all that love shit is null and void, bitch I'm a droid I avoid Cupid, stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed Oi-oi-oi, man oh man, your boy-boy-boy's getting sick of these girls-girls-girls Oink-oink-oink, you fuckin' pigs, all you're good for is doink-doink-doink "I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one" She's all 99 of 'em; I need a machine gun I take 'em all out; I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest Have a heart attack and just drop dead And I'mma throw a fucking party after this, cause YES
~Hook~ [Outro] I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you
4. "Survival"
~Hook~ This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So take it all
~Verse 1~ Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there From the beginning, it wasn't bout the ends It was bout busting raps and standing for something – fuckin' acronym Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it Wait is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah homie Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause
~Hook~
~Verse 2~ I can see the finish line with each line that I finish I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So floor's open if you'd like to discuss Top 5 in this mothafucka and if I don't make the cut What, like I give a fuck, I'ma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quittin' Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut It's survival of what
~Hook~
~Verse 3~ So get your ideas, stack your ammo But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't de-fuse the wick I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades So you'd better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es Cause you'll never take my pride from me It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve Cause this is something that I must use to suc-ceed And if you don't like me then fuck you Self es-teem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me My skin is too thick and bul-let proof to touch me I can see why the fuck I disgust you I must be a-llergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it I just sneeze, but I just go atchoo then achieve!
~Hook~
5. Legacy
~Intro~ Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, I’ll be right there for you Tell me what to say, don’t matter if it’s true, I’ll say it all for you
~Verse 1~ I used to be the type of kid that Would always think the sky is fallin' Why am I so differently wired, am I a martian What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in Cause I don't belong in this world That’s why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often Flyin' off at the handle at my mom, no dad So I’m non-compliant at home At school I’m just shy and awkward And I don’t need no goddamn psychologist Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems Thinking he can try and solve 'em, I’m outside chalking up Drawings on the sidewalk and in the front drive talking to myself Either that or inside hiding off in The corner somewhere quiet, tryin' not to be noticed Cause I’m crying and sobbing I had a bad day at school so I ain't talkin' Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin' locker Cause he said that I eye-balled him
[Bridge: Polina] And if you fall, I'll get you there I’ll be your savior from all the wars That are fought inside your world Please have faith in my words cause
~Hook~ This is my legacy (legacy) This is my legacy (legacy) There's no guarantee It’s not up to me You can only see This is my legacy (legacy)
~Verse 2~ I used to be the type of kid that Would always think the sky is fallin' Why am I so differently wired in my noggin Cause sporadic as my thoughts come It's mind boggling, cause I obsess on everything In my mind small shit bothers me, but not my father He said sayonara, then split, but I don’t give a shit I’m fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman Nothing is the matter with me Shit look on the bright side at least I ain’t walkin' I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that I Find in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me, life offers Why bother even trying to put up a fight, it's nonsense But I think a lightbulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I've been jottin' They are kinda givin' me confidence Instead of trying to escape through my comics Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him Grab hold of my balls like that's right, fight's on bitch Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on that I could be iconic, in my conquest That's word to Phife Dog from a Tribe Called Quest
~Hook~
~Verse 3~ I used to be the type of kid that Would always think the sky is fallin' Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work Words like this and connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit Now you shut up bitch, I am talkin' Thought I was full of horseshit and now You fucking worship the ground on which I am walkin' Me against the world so what, I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game bitch, I'm supplying coffins Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers You gon die a ball licker, I've been diabolical With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can Suck a dick the day you beat me Pigs'll fly out my ass in a flying saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exalting and I ain't halting Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I'm me, I'm the Fire Marshall and this is my 6. Asshole
~Verse 1~ Came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain An asshole, that role; think I succeed in fulfilling But don't think I ever stopped to think that I was speaking to children Everything was happening so fast It was like I blinked – sold three million Then it all went blank, all I remember is feeling Ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feeling Like I am always under attack Man, I could have stacked my shit list to the ceiling Women dish him but really thinking If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would kill him Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite when I'm rippin' shit But since when did this many people ever give a shit What I had to say, it's just my opinion If it contradicts how I'm living, put a dick in your rear end That's why every time you mention a lyric, I thank you for it For drawin' more attention toward it Cause it gave me an enormous platform I'm flattered you thought I was that important But you can't ignore the fact that I fought for the respect And battle for it, mad awards, had GLAAD annoyed Attaboy, they told me to slow down, and I just zone out Good luck trying to convince a blonde That's like telling Gwen Stefan' that she sold out Cause I was tryna leave, No Doubt In anyone's mind one day I'd go down In history think they know now because
~Hook: Skylar Grey~ Everybody knows that you're just an asshole Everywhere that you go, people wanna go, "oh everyone knows" Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice There's no place you can hide You are just an asshole Everyone knows, everyone knows
~Bridge~ Thanks for the support, asshole *scratch* Thanks for the support, asshole
[Verse 2] Quit actin' salty, I was countin' on you to count me out Ask Asher Roth when he round-a-bout dissed me to shout me out Thought I was history But goddamn honkey, that compliment's like backhanding a donkey Good way to get your ass socked in the mouth Lay 'em off it, but what the fuck is all this thrash talking about The fight was fixed, I'm back and you can't stop me You knock me down, I went down for the count I fell but the fans caught me, and now You're gonna have to beat the fuckin' pants off me To take my belt, word to Pacquiao Momma said there ain't nothin' else to talk about Better go in that ring and knock em out Or you better not come out! It's poetry in motion, like Freddie Roach When he's quoting Shakespeare So what if the insults are revolting Even Helen Keller knows life stinks You think it's a joke 'til you're bullet riddled But you should give little shit what I think This whole world is a mess Gotta have a goddamn vest on your chest And a Glock just to go out watch Batman Who needs a test of testicles, not that man Half of you don't got the guts and intestinal blockage Rest of you got lap bands stuck to this model Before they put bath salts and all those water bottles in Colorado So get lost, Waldo My soul's escaping through this asshole that is gaping A black hole that I'm swallowing this track whole Better pack toilet paper, but I'm not taking no crap, ho Here I go down the Bat pole And I'm changing back into that old maniac in fact there it go Trying to dip through the back door retreating cause everybody knows
[Hook]
~Verse 3~ Holy mackerel, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet Earth I'll smack a girl off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull Thinkin' we have some magnetic pull Then scream "ICP IN THIS BITCH, HOW DO FUCKIN MAGNETS WORK?" Cause you're attractive, but we ain't attractable Hate to be dramatical, but I'm not romantical I'm makin' up words you can understandable, It's tragical Thinking some magical shit's gonna happen? That ain't practical You cracking a joke, it's laughable Cause me and love's like a bad combination I keep them feelings locked in a vault So it's safe to say I'm uncrackable My heart is truly guarded, full body armor Bitch, you just need a helmet Cause if you think you're special, you're retarded Thinkin' you're one of a kind, like you got some platinum vagina You're a train wreck, I got a one-track mind Shorty you're fine but you sort of remind me of a 49er Cause you been a gold digger since you was a minor Been tryna, hunt me down like a dog, cause you're on my ass But you can't get a scent cause all of my spare time is spent With my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin' Only women that I love are my daughters But sometimes I rhyme and it sounds Like I forget I'm a father, and I push it farther So father forgive me if I forget to draw the line It's apparent I shouldn't have been a parent I'll never grow up, so to hell with your parents And motherfucking father time It ain't never gonna stop A pessimist who transforms to an optimist in his prime So even if I'm half dead, I'm half alive Throw all my half empty glass in a cup, so now my cup has runneth over And I'm bout to set it on you like a motherfucking coaster I’m going back to what got me here Yeah cocky, and can’t knock being rude off So fear not my dear, and dry up your teardrops I'm here White America's mirror, so don't feel awkward and weird if You stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too You shouldn't be as shocked, because EVERYBODY KNOWS
7. Berzerk
~Verse 1~ Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket But quick to get it impaled when I tell 'em stick it So sick I'm looking pale, oh that's my pigment Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch
[Bridge] Kick your shoes off, let your hair down (Go berserk) all night long Grow your beard out, just weird out (Go berserk) all night long
~Hook~ We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go Say fuck it, before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (go berserk) Grab your vial, yeah
~Verse 2~ Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it Khaki's pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain't That aftershave or cologne that made 'em just faint Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint So if love is a chess game, check mate But girl, your body's bangin', jump me in, dang, bang-bang Yessiree Bob, I was thinkin' the same thang So come get on this Kid's rock, Bawitdaba, dang-dang Pow-pow, chica, pow, chica, wow-wow Got your gal blowing up a valve, valve-valve Ain't slowing down, throw in the towel, towel-towel Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh-huh, how-how At least I know that I don't know Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid Hope so, now ho...
~Hook 2~ We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go I say fuck it before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) Get your vinyls
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~Verse 3~ They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo With the ugly Kardashian Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low Far as hard drugs are though, that's the past But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow And girl, I ain't got no money to borrow But I am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note) Oh, Marshall Mathers Shithead with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered Kangol's and Carheartless Cargos Girl you're fixing to get your heart broke Don't be absurd ma'am, you birdbrain baby I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow Word Rick, word man you heard, but don't get discouraged girl This is your jam, unless you got toe jam
