The Way I Am
Eminem

Verse 1:
I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag of weed
It gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this, on this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to jus' curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells
And it helps in itself to relieve all this tension dispensin' these sentences
Gettin' this stress that's been eatin' me recently
Off of this chest an' I rest again peacefully (peacefully)
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets
When I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter
To not come an speak to me (speak to me)
I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a motherfuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync
I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly
I can be a prick
If you tempt me, my tank is on empty (is on empty)
No patience is in me an' if you offend me
I'm liftin' you 10 feet in the air
Go call your lawyer
File a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom an' buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)
I don't mean to be mean, but that's all I can be is just me

Chorus:
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's jus' the way I am

Verse 2:
Sometimes I just feel like my father
I hat to be bothered
With all of this nonsense, it's constant
An', "Oh, it's his lyrical content,
The song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"
An' all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me (points a finger at me)
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb
It's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck
When you won't jus' put up wit the bullshit they pull
'Cause they full of shit, too
When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school
An' they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at?
An' look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad t see an upper class city havin' this happenin'
Then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way
But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and it's burnin' and I have returned

Chorus

Verse 3:
I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name Is"
And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation
To cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations
An' I just do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black
'Cause I talk with an accent
An' grab on my balls
So they always keep askin' the same fuckin' questions
What school did I got to, what 'hood I grew up in
The why, the who, what, whey, the where, an' the how
'Til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out
'Cause they drivin' me crazy
I can't take it
I'm racin', I'm pacin', I stand and I sit
An' I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a shit in the bathroom without someone standin' by it
No, I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole
I'm glad

Chorus