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