[verse: 1] Came to the world in a time where it was in need of a villain An asshole that well I think I succeeded in fulfilling Better not think I will ever stop To think I was speaking to children Everything was happening so fast That was... then everything went blank All I remember Is feeling ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feeling Like I am always under attack man I could stack my shit list to the ceiling Women dish him but really thinking If someone talks to my little girls like this I would kill him Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite When I'm ripping shit
[2: 55 to end] Holy mackeral, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet earth I smack your girl off the mechanical bull, then attract the bull Thinkin we have some magnetic pull Screamin icp in this bitch, how do fuckin magnets work! Cause your ejaculate, we ain't attractable Hate to be dramatical, but I'm not romantical I'm making up words you can understandable. it's tragical Thinkin some magical shit's gonna happen? that ain't practical. you crackin a joke it's laughable, cause me and love's like a bad combination, I keep them feelings locked in a vault, so it's safe to say I'm uncrackable my heart is truly guarded, fullbody armor Bitch you just need a helmet because if you think you're special, you're retarded thinkin you're one of a kind like you got some platinum vagina, you're a train wreck I got a one track mind Shorty you're fine but you sort of remind me of a 49er Cause you been a gold digger since you were a minor Been tryina, hunt me down like a dog cause you're on my ass But you can't get a scent because all of my spare time is spent With my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin Only women that I love are my daughters And sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget I'm a father, and I push it farther So father forgive me if I forget to draw the line It's apparent I shouldn't of been a parent I'll never grow up So to hell with your parents, and motherfucking father time It ain't never gonna stop. a pessimist who transforms you to optimus in his prime so even if I'm half dead, I'm half alive Throw all my half empty glass in a cup so now my cup is runneth over And I'm about to set it on you like a motherfucking coaster I'm goin back to what got me here, yeah cocky and can't not been? rude off? so fear not my dear and dry up your teardrops I'm here White america's mirror so I feel awkward and weird, you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too you shouldn't be as shocked, because everybody knows
Compositores: Marshall B Mathers Iii (D12), Luis Edgardo Resto, Alexander Junior Grant (Alex da Kid), Holly B Hafermann (Grey Skylar) ECAD: Obra #13391033 Fonograma #5984628