Yeah, trying to out the difference But I think I think the lines are starting to get
I'm in a strange I feel like Mase when he gave up the game for his I feel like I'm caged in these chains and Grinning every stranger in the place I gaze into space 'Cause I'm mentally his face
I need a change of pace the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to this anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started roasting 'em 'Cause that's most of my anger is based
Fuck your feelings, I feel like I for the Saints I just want to hurt you, aim for the Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, and the Drake's I'm frustrated ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack I'm all out of Backstreet to call out and attack I'm all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, out the back, let's bar fight
Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying the air And bottles breaking, also And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah Oh my bad, And next time I show up in court be naked and square a lawsuit Judge be like "That's sharp, how much that cost you?" Smart ass, you I don't tear it off you And your bones, you sexy motherfucker You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start you au jus
all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo Evil twin, take this now, it's on you" I believe people can change, but only for the I could've the world if it wasn't for this verse So Kmart chains panic 'Cause they can't even spin back the words 'Cause it works when they're reversed,
And these kids are parrots They run around the house just like "fuck, shit, fuck" Adult a childish like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, that" I'd rather be loud and I like From the first album even the were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my fucking was nightmare-ish
And from the start of it you felt you were a part of this And the felt the opposite Sometimes I and revisit them old albums Often as I can and skim all them bitches To make sure I up with my competition, ha ha
Hogger of beats, hoarder of Borderline genius who's of his lines And that of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I just strike first and ignore the replies
darkness comes in me (Evil twin) Here it again (Evil twin) If you chose my pen that ain't me my evil twin just a friend who pops up now and again (Evil twin) So blame me, blame him (Evil twin) I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil
Welcome to the land of the living, my friend You have for quite some time
So who's left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Nah, F with Christina, I fucking with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Strength Tylenol 3's Feel like I'm to death, but I'm freezin' and destined to never leave the Bedroom again like the legend of Heather Ledger My notes, barely legible read the Bottom, signed by The Joker Lorraine said I can leave her She'd my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Mathers I'd left it to beaver Get them cut off trying to mess with the cleaver I bet he registered Jesus Ever since Dresden it was definite lean My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at I'd never it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop Flip and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em 'Cause I book-smarts and swapped for 'em
They were sleeping, I made stop snorin' Made break out the popcorn Now I've hip hop in its tip top form Since N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows leaning on the Screaming "fuck the police" like cop
rap on its ear like I dropped coin top 5, bitch, I'm top 4 And that includes Biggie and Pac, And I got an twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for? And as crazy as I am I'm much than him And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants to Eminem? But no one's insaner than Slim, look at evil grin (evil twin) Please come in, what was your name
Hi, Look who's back a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala and a ball of hair And you're all aware I got it all upstairs Guess why I'm an addict and it's just small up there to Whitney, geez, just hit me That I should the looney police to come get me 'Cause I'm so sick of the truth I wish somebody finally admit me Into a mental hospital Britney
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez couldn't beat rap, OJ no Hooray, I'm off the like Casey Anthony Hey ho, hey ho I sound like I'm trying to sing the chorus to hip hop hooray No, I'm hollering, you got in like an a-hole Eight and a base whether I'm off that instead of your face, ho Let low hand raise, yo
Tango, you think, ho? Slow dancing in You trying to hold hands with your What? You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm Change tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I work So are you, but you're 'cause you don't work
But all bullshit I hit a stride Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skiddish And blamed it on him they tried to criticize we are the same, bitch