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I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
Of this weed, it gives me the s*** 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 s*** 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 o� 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 eatin or feedin� my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don�t know you and, no, I don�t owe you a motherf***in� thing
I�m not Mr. �NSync, 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 if you 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 you 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
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn�t, then why would I say I am
In the paper, the news, every day 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, every day 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 immediately points a 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 f***, when you won�t just put up
With the bulls*** they pull �cause they full of s*** too
When a dude�s gettin bullied and shoots up his school
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And they blame it 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 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
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn�t, then why would I say I am
In the paper, the news, every day 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, every day I am
I don�t know it�s just the way I am
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 & Roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky Caucasians who think
I�m some whigger who just tries to be black �cause I talk with an accent
And grab on my b***s, so they always keep askin� the same f***in� questions
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who, what, when, the where, and the how
Till I�m grabbin� my hair and I�m tearin� it out
�Cause they drivin� me crazy, I can�t take it
I�m racin�, I�m pacin�, I stand and I sit
And I�m thankful for every fan that I get
But I can�t take a s*** in the bathroom without someone standin� by it
No, I won�t sign your autograph
You can call me an a******, I�m glad
�Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn�t, then why would I say I am
In the paper, the news, every day 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, every day I am
I don�t know it�s just the way I am
