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I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way (Yeah), I regret it that I did it I wanna win a Grammy but i probably never get it Wasn't in it for the trophies (Nah), just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? (Woo) [Verse 2: Eminem] I got a couple of mansions Still, I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghostwriters But to these kids, it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers" 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell, but I'm back on these rappers (Yeah) And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling" But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pen humility Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap (Yeah) Let's recap, way back, MC's that (What?) Wreak havoc on tape decks (Woo) ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap (Nah), and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact (Yeah), where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable they know what button to press Or what lever to pull to give me to snap though (Lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention, I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya dicks and I'm fuckin' back, ho (Get it?) On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker (Yeah) I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA (Yeah) But I roll 'til the wheels fall off, I'm working tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for like California Wishin' rain to pour in that drought, y'all Been prayin' for my downfall (Yeah) From the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboys

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