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| Lyrics
Submitted By: Casper |
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| Whatever.. |
| Dre, just let it run |
| Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit |
| Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it |
| Just shut up and listen, aiyyo.. |
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| I sit back with this pack of
Zigzags 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 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 |
| and 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 and speak to me (speak to me).. |
| I don't know you and no, |
| I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in 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 and if you offend me |
| I'm liftin you 10 feet (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 you a lawsuit |
| I'll smile in the courtroom and 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 |
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| Chorus: |
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| 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 just the way I am |
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| 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 immediately |
| points a finger at me (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 just put up |
| with the bullshit 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 (on Marilyn).. and the heroin |
| Where were the parents at? And look where it's at |
| Middle America, now it's a tragedy |
| Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty |
| havin this happenin (this happenin).. |
| then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (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 |
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| Repeat
Chorus |
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| 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 pop-py sensation |
| to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations |
| And I just do not got the patience (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, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin |
| the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions).. |
| What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in |
| The why, the who what when, the where, and the how |
| 'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out |
| cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it |
| I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit |
| And I'm thankful for ev-ery 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 |
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| Chorus
(except change first word "Cause" to "And") |
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