What Was Your Name Again Hi Faggot
Evil Twin
Eminem
- Year:
- 2013
- five:56
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Aye, trying to effigy out the difference But I think I think the lines are starting to become blurry I'm in a strange identify I feel like Mase when he gave upwardly the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in these bondage and restraints Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into space 'Cause I'1000 mentally rearranging his face I need a change of pace 'cause the footstep I'm working at is unsafe At that place's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads common cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em 'Crusade that's where near of my anger is based F*** your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints I just want to hurt yous, aim for the skanks And so aim for all these simulated Kanye'south, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake'southward I'm frustrated cause own't no more Northward'Sync, now I'chiliad all out of wack I'one thousand all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and assault I'm going all out in this rap south*** and whatsoever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, let'southward bar fight Ready your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air And bottles breaking, mirrors too And I own't stopping 'til the swear jar's full You washed chosen every woman a slut, but y'all forgetting Sarah Marshall Oh my bad, slut And side by side fourth dimension I show upwards in court I'll exist naked and square a lawsuit Approximate exist like "That'due south sharp, how much that motherf***er cost you?" Smart a**, you lucky I don't tear it off you And leap your bones, you lot sexy motherf***er You so f***ing gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus 'Cause all y'all do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo Evil twin, accept this beat now, it'southward on you" I believe people can change, but merely for the worse I could've inverse the globe if it wasn't for this poetry So satanic Kmart chains panic 'Cause they tin can't fifty-fifty spin back the curse words 'Cause it works when they're reversed, motherf***er And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screaming "f***, south***, f***" Adult with a childish like arrogance Wild ever since the solar day I came out I was similar "merits, f*** that" I'd rather exist loud and I similar swearing From the commencement anthology even the gals were similar "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" Merely my f***ing mouth was nightmare-ish And from the get-go of it you lot felt like you lot were a function of this And the opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I heed and revisit them old albums Often as I tin and skim through all them b****es To brand certain I go on upwardly with my competition, ha ha Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who'due south bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'thou at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies This darkness comes in me (Evil twin) Here it goes once again (Evil twin) If you chose my pen that ain't me it's my evil twin He's simply a friend who pops up now and once again (Evil twin) So don't blame me, blame him (Evil twin) I step out and come across my evil twin, he gives me an evil smiling Welcome dorsum to the country of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some fourth dimension So who'southward left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't f***ing with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Forcefulness Tylenol 3's Feel similar I'm burning to death, but I'm freezin' Bed-written and destined to never go out the Bedroom ever once again similar the legend of Heather Ledger My suicide notes, barely legible read the Bottom, it'due south signed past The Joker Lorraine said I never can leave her She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her F*** that s***, b**** Give up my dick for p****, I'd be Jerry Mathers I'd always left it to beaver Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver Golly-wally I bet he registered Jesus Ever since 1-9-nine-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn I'd never make information technology to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors Flip burgers and wash dishes, merely I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em 'Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em They were sleeping, I fabricated them end snorin' Made them break out the popcorn At present I've been hip hop in its tip top form Since N.W.A. was blaring through my automobile windows leaning on the horn Screaming "f*** the police force" like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin F*** top 5, b****, I'chiliad top 4 And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin, so who do you lot think that'due south 3rd and that 4th spot'southward for? And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him And I'm nuts, then again who the f*** wants to evidently Eminem? Merely no ane'southward insaner than Slim, wait at that evil grin (evil twin) Please come in, what was your proper noun once more? Hi, faggot Await who's back with a crab up his a** like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair And you lot're all aware I ain't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just pocket-size upwards there Peace to Whitney, geez, only hit me That I should telephone call the looney police to come up get me 'Cause I'm so sick of beingness the truth I wish somebody finally acknowledge me Into a mental infirmary with Britney Oh, LMFAO, no fashion, ho Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no Hooray, I'g off the claw similar Casey Anthony Hey ho, hey ho I sound like I'm trying to sing the chorus to f***ing hip hop hooray No, I'one thousand hollering, you got bottom in like an a-hole Eight and a base whether I'm f***ing off that instead of your face, ho Let your depression mitt enhance, yo Tango, what y'all call up, ho? Slow dancing in bowling Y'all trying to hold easily with your homie? What? You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'k lonely? Change that melody, you ain't got remote take a chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a blooper Superman tried to f*** me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'g bankrupt and then I don't work So are you, just you're broke 'cause yous don't work But all bulls*** aside I striking a stride Notwithstanding Shady within, pilus every bit is dyed As information technology used to be when I starting time introduced you lot to my skiddish side And blamed information technology on him when they tried to criticize 'Cause we are the same, b****
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Written past: Joey Chavez, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Tavish L. Graham, Wolfgang Duren
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ME GUSTA MUSIC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided past LyricFind
Source: https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/30093101/Eminem/Evil+Twin
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