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Evil Twin

Eminem

Year:

2013

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Yeah, trying to figure out the difference But I think I think the lines are starting to go blurry  I'm in a strange place I feel like Mase when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I'1000 caged in these chains and restraints Smiling every stranger in the place while I gaze into space 'Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face  I need a modify of step 'cause the pace I'k working at is dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger and thank you to this malaise I done quit craven heads common cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em 'Crusade that's where nigh of my anger is based  F*** your feelings, I feel similar I play for the Saints I merely want to hurt y'all, aim for the skanks So aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's I'm frustrated crusade ain't no more than North'Sync, now I'thousand all out of wack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to telephone call out and set on I'thou going all out in this rap s*** and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, clamber out the dorsum, let'due south 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'south full Yous done chosen every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah Marshall Oh my bad, slut And next time I show upwards in courtroom I'll be naked and square a lawsuit Estimate be like "That's sharp, how much that motherf***er toll you?" Smart a**, you lucky I don't tear information technology off you And jump your bones, yous 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, take this beat at present, it'south on you lot" I believe people can change, but only for the worse I could've changed the earth if information technology wasn't for this verse So satanic Kmart chains panic 'Crusade they can't even spin back the curse words 'Cause it works when they're reversed, motherf***er  And these kids are similar parrots They run effectually the house simply like terrorists Screaming "f***, s***, f***" Adult with a childish like airs Wild ever since the day I came out I was similar "merits, f*** that" I'd rather be loud and I similar swearing From the starting time album fifty-fifty the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy optics" But my f***ing mouth was nightmare-ish  And from the starting time of it y'all felt similar y'all were a part of this And the opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them sometime albums Often as I can and skim through all them b****es To make certain I keep upward with my contest, ha ha  Hogger 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 merely strike showtime and ignore the replies  This darkness comes in me (Evil twin) Here it goes over again (Evil twin) If you chose my pen that ain't me it's my evil twin He's just a friend who pops up now and again (Evil twin) And then don't blame me, arraign him (Evil twin) I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin  Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You lot take slept for quite some time  So who's 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 Actress Strength Tylenol 3's Feel like I'm called-for to death, merely I'one thousand freezin' Bed-written and destined to never leave the Sleeping room ever once again similar the fable of Heather Ledger My suicide notes, barely legible read the Bottom, it'south signed past The Joker Lorraine said I never can get out her She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her  F*** that s***, b**** Give upwardly my dick for p****, I'd exist Jerry Mathers I'd ever left it to beaver Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver Golly-wally I bet he registered Jesus Ever since 1-9-9-4-six 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 only wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors Flip burgers and launder dishes, only I wrote rhymes trying to become props for 'em 'Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em  They were sleeping, I fabricated them finish snorin' Made them suspension out the popcorn Now I've been hip hop in its tip top form Since North.Westward.A. was blaring through my automobile windows leaning on the horn Screaming "f*** the police force" like cop porn  Flipped rap on its ear similar I dropped coin F*** height 5, b****, I'thou peak 4 And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot'due south for? And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him And I'm nuts, so again who the f*** wants to plain Eminem? Simply no one's insaner than Slim, expect at that evil grinning (evil twin) Please come in, what was your proper noun once more?  Hi, faggot Look who's back with a crab up his a** like a lobster crawled upwards at that place Ii rabbits, a koala bear and a brawl of hair And you lot're all aware I own't got information technology all upstairs Guess that'southward why I'grand an addict and information technology'southward just pocket-size up there Peace to Whitney, geez, only hit me That I should phone call the looney police force to come up get me 'Cause I'yard and so sick of being the truth I wish somebody finally admit me Into a mental hospital with Britney  Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no Hooray, I'chiliad off the hook like Casey Anthony Hey ho, hey ho I sound like I'g trying to sing the chorus to f***ing hip hop hooray No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in similar an a-pigsty Eight and a base whether I'grand f***ing off that instead of your confront, ho Allow your low hand enhance, yo  Tango, what y'all retrieve, ho? Ho-hum dancing in bowling You trying to agree hands with your homie? What? You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'grand solitary? Change that tune, y'all own't got remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman tried to f*** me over, it won't hurt Don't try to set up me, I'm bankrupt so I don't piece of work And so are you lot, but y'all're bankrupt 'cause y'all don't piece of work  Merely all bulls*** aside I hit a pace Still Shady within, hair every bit is dyed Equally it used to be when I get-go introduced yous to my skiddish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize 'Crusade we are the same, b****

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Written past: Joey Chavez, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Mathers 3, Tavish L. Graham, Wolfgang Duren

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