[Intro:]
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Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
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But I think.. I think the lines are starting to get blurry
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm in a strange place
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I feel like Mase when he gave up the game for his faith
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I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
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Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
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Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face
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I need a change of pace cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous
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There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst
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I done quit chicken heads in cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
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Cause that's where most of my anger is based
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Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
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I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks
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Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's
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I'm frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
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I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
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I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is
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I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, bar fight
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Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air
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And bottles breaking, mirrors also
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And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's full
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You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah, Marshall
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Oh my bad, slut
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And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and square a lawsuit
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Judge be like "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?
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Smart ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you
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And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker
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You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
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Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo
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Evil twin, take this beat now, it's on you"
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I believe people can change, but only for the worse
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I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
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So satanic Kmart chains panic
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Cause they can't even spin back the curse words
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Cause it works when they're reversed, motherfucker
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And these kids are like parrots
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They run around the house just like terrorists
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Screaming "fuck, shit, fuck"
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Adult with a child is like arrogance
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Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that"
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I'd rather be loud and I like swearing
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From the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
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But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish
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And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
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And the opposition felt the opposite
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Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
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Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
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To make sure I keep up with my competition
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Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
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Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
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And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
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Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies
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[Hook:]
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This darkness comes in me
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(Evil twin)
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And comes again
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That ain't me
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He's just a friend who pops up now and again
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So don't blame me, blame him
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I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
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[Interlude:]
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Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
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You have slept for quite some time
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[Verse 2:]
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So who's left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
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Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither
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Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the fever
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Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3¡¯s
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Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezin'
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Bed-written and destined to never leave the
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Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger
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My suicide notes, barely legible read the
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Bottom, it's signed by The Joker
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Lorraine said I never can leave her
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She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her
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Fuck that shit, bitch
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Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
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I'd ever left it at beaver
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Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver
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Golly-wally I bet he registered Jesus
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Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean
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My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn
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I'd never make it to sophomore
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I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
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Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em
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Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em
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They was sleeping, I made them stop snorin'
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Made them break out the popcorn
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Now I've been hip hop in its tip top form
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Since N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn
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Screaming "fuck the police" like cop porn
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Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin
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Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
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And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
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And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for?
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And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
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And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants to plain Eminem?
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But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
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Please come in, what was your name again?
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Hi, faggot
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Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
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Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair
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And you're all aware I ain't got it all upstairs
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Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there
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Peace to Whitney, geez, just hit me
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That I should call the looney police to come get me
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Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody finally admit me
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Into a mental hospital with Britney
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Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
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Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no
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Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony
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Hey ho, hey ho
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I sound like I'm trying to sing the chorus to fucking hip hop hooray
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No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in like an a-hole
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Eight and a base whether I'm fucking off that instead of your face, ho
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Let your low hand raise, yo
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Tango, what you think, ho?
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Slow dancing in the bowling
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You trying to hold hands with your homie?
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What? You think I'm looking for romance cause I'm lonely?
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Change that tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me
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Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
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Superman tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt
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Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work
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So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work
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But all bullshit aside I hit a stride
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Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed
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As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skiddish side
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And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
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Cause we are the same, bitch
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Evil Twin
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| Eminem |
