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| Eminem - The Way I Am Whatever... Dre, just let it run, Hey yo, turn the beat up a little bit, Hey yo, this song is for anyone, f*ck it, Just shut up and listen, hey yo, I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag Of this 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 just curse, And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works, And it seels 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, And I rest again 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 eating or eedin' my daughter, To not come and speak to me, I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mother f*ckin' thing, I'm not Mr. N'Synce, 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, No patience is in me and i fyou offend me, I'm liftin' you 10 feet, in the air I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you, Go call you a lawyer, file a lawsuit, I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe, I'm tired 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 youb 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 just the way I am, Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered, With all of this nonsense it's constant, And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content, the song 'Guilty Conscience' Has gotten such rotten responses" And all of this controversy circles me, And it seems like the media immeditely, Points a finger at me, So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinky, Or the Ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up, When you don't give a f*ck, when you won't just put up, With the bullsh*t they pull, cause they full of shit too, When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school, And they blame it on Marilyn, and the heroin, Where were the parent at? And look where it's at, Middle America, now it's a tragedy, Now it's so sad to 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, Repeat Chorus 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 rollstations, And I just do not got the patience, To deal with these cocky caucasians who think, I'm some wigga who just tries to be black cause I talk, With an accent, and grab on my balls, so they keep askin', The same f*ckin' questions, What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in, The why, the who what when and 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 racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit, And I'm thankful for every fan that I get, But I can't take a sh*t, in the bathroom, Without someone standin' by it, No, I won't sign your autograph, You can call me an *sshole I'm glad, Repeat Chorus |
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