Yeah, to figure out the difference But I think I think the lines are to get blurry
I'm in a strange I feel like Mase he gave up the game for his faith I feel I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into 'Cause I'm rearranging his face
I a change of pace 'cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started roasting 'em 'Cause where most of my anger 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 fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's I'm frustrated cause no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to out and attack I'm all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, bar fight
Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying the air And bottles breaking, also And I stopping 'til the swear jar's full You done every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah Marshall Oh my bad, And next time I show up in court I'll be and square a lawsuit Judge be like "That's sharp, how that motherfucker cost you?" Smart ass, you lucky I tear it off you And jump your bones, you motherfucker You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start you au jus
'Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the Evil twin, take beat now, it's on you" I believe can change, but only for the worse I could've changed the if it wasn't for this verse So satanic Kmart panic 'Cause they can't even spin back the words 'Cause it works when reversed, motherfucker
And these kids are like They run around the house like terrorists "fuck, shit, fuck" Adult with a childish arrogance Wild since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that" I'd rather be loud and I swearing From the first album even the 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 them old Often as I can and through all them bitches To make sure I keep up my competition, ha ha
Hogger of beats, of rhymes genius who's bored 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
This darkness in me (Evil twin) Here it again (Evil twin) If you chose my pen ain't me it's my evil twin He's just a friend who pops up now and (Evil twin) So don't blame me, him (Evil twin) I step out and see my twin, he gives me an evil grin
Welcome to the land of the living, my friend You have for quite some time
So who's left? Lady Gaga? with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just than struck with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength 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 suicide notes, barely legible the Bottom, it's signed by The Lorraine said I can leave her She'd sever my wiener I deceive her
Fuck that shit, Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry I'd ever it to beaver Get them titties cut off to mess with the cleaver Golly-wally I bet he registered Ever 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean My destiny went on the steps, I met at Osborn I'd never it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes to get props for 'em 'Cause I took and swapped for 'em
They were sleeping, I made stop snorin' Made them break out the Now I've hip hop in its tip top form N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn Screaming "fuck the police" cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I coin top 5, bitch, I'm top 4 And includes Biggie 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 tamer him And I'm nuts, again who the fuck wants to plain Eminem? But no insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin) Please come in, what was your name
Hi, Look who's back with a crab up his ass a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear and a of hair And you're all aware I got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's small up there to Whitney, geez, just hit me That I should call the looney police to get me 'Cause I'm so sick of being the I wish somebody finally admit me Into a mental hospital with
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez beat this rap, OJ no Hooray, I'm off the hook 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 bottom in like an Eight and a whether 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? What? You 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 Superman tried to fuck me over, it hurt try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work So are you, but broke 'cause you don't work
But all aside I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair bit is dyed As it used to be I first introduced y'all to my skiddish side And blamed it on him when tried to criticize we are the same, bitch