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    Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
    But I think... I think the lines are starting to get blurry

    [verse 1]
    I'm in a strange place
    I feel like mase when he gave up the game for his faith
    I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
    Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
    Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face
    I need a change of pace cause the pace
    I'm working at is dangerous
    There's nowhere to dump this anger
    And thanks to this angst
    I done quit chicken heads in cold turkey
    And started slowly roasting 'em
    Cause that's where most of my anger is based
    Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the saints
    I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks
    Then aim for all these fake kanye's, jay's, wayne's
    And the drake's
    I'm frustrated cause ain't no more N'sync
    Now I'm all out of whack
    I'm all out of backstreet boys to call out and attack
    I'm going 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 through the air
    And bottles breaking, mirrors also
    And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's full
    You done called every woman a slut
    But you forgetting sarah, marshall
    Oh my bad, slut
    And next time I show up in court I'll be naked
    And square a lawsuit
    Judge be like '' that's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?
    Smart ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you
    And jmp your bones, you sexy motherfucker
    You so fucking gravy, marshall, I should start calling you "au jus"
    Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo
    Evil twin, take this beat now, it's on you''
    I believe people can change, but only for the worse
    I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
    So satanic K-Mark panic
    Cause they can't even spin back the curse words
    Cause it works when they're reversed, motherfucker

    And these kids are like parrots
    They run around the house just like terrorists
    Screaming ''fuck, shit, fuck''
    Adult with a child is like arrogance
    Wild ever since the day I came out
    I was like ''merits, fuck that''
    I'd rather be loud and I like swearing
    From the first album even the gals were like
    ''tight [?], screamy eyes''
    But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish
    And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
    And the opposition felt the opposite
    Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
    Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
    To make sure I keep up with my competition
    [?] of beats, hoarder of rhymes
    Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
    And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
    Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies

    There?s darkness closing in (evil twin)
    There it goes again (my evil twin),
    It controls my pen (my evil twin),
    But that ain?t me, it?s my evil twin
    (then I step out and see my evil twin he gives me an evil grin)
    But he?s just a friend (evil twin),
    Who pops up now and again (again)
    So don?t blame me (evil twin)
    Blame him, it?s my evil twin

    Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
    You have slept for quite some time

    [Verse 2:]
    So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber
    Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither
    Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the fever
    Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3?s
    Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezin'
    Bed-ridden and destined never to leave the
    Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger
    My suicide notes, barely legible read the
    Bottom, it's signed by The Joker
    Lorraine said I never can leave her
    She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her
    Fuck that shit, bitch
    Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
    I'd ever left it to Beaver
    Get them titties cut off trying to mess with a cleaver
    Golly-wally I bet he registered Jesus
    Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definitely my destiny
    When on the steps I met Deshaun at Osborn
    I'd never make it to sophomore
    I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
    Flip burgers and wash dishes while I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em
    'Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em
    They were sleeping, I made them stop snorin'
    Made them break out the popcorn
    Now I've been hip hop in its tip top form
    Since N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn
    Screaming "fuck the police" like cop porn
    Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin
    Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
    And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
    And I got an evil twin, so who the fuck you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for?
    And crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
    And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants to plain Eminem?
    But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
    Please come in, what was your name again?
    Hi, faggot
    Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
    Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair
    And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs
    Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there
    Peace to Whitney, geez, just hit me
    That I should call the loony police to come get me
    'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish someone?d finally admit me
    To a mental hospital with Britney
    Oh, Lmfao, no way, ho
    Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, Oj no
    Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony
    Hey ho, hey ho
    I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking chorus to hip hop hooray
    No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in like an 8-0-8
    And a base whether we're fucking of that instead of your face, so
    Let your low-end raise, yo
    Tango, what you think, ho?
    Slow dancing in the bowling
    You trying to hold hands with your homie?
    What? You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
    Change that tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me
    Hoe, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
    Superman tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt
    Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work
    So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't work
    But all bullshit aside I hit a stride
    Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed
    As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side
    And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
    'Cause we are the same, bitch

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