Marshall Mathers

Lyrics

[Intro] You niggas had y'all time at the top [Verse 1] Disassociating threes in the building How they leave as we flee the scene Brief apparition of my agenda, I'm just being me Prayers in the seed to an upper being, just free'd the team On my knees reaching for fireflies, think I know wings Bitch, I fell in love with Lil Meeky Off the amphetamines, ain't have alot In fact she was happy, I wouldn't sell her dreams Now I'm sellin' things, with the stamp on it Teflon wrapper, closed hamper, puttin' tax on it Hated on for my inevitable success, still Dealin' with the devil I only know as myself In the mirror, I see God and that only God is myself Prayers answerd, closed caption, Mr. Mathers no distraction In the kitchen, no whippin', straight drop is manufactured For the few who choose to be un-recreative with a habit I'm recreative with a habit as I resorted to dog food Discombobulation, whichever way that you call it [Chorus] Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers Good-hearted and prone to fuck up, my family hate me Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me (Mathers) Hate to say it, sometimes, I wish I wasn't created Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit (Mathers) Stood strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home (Mathers) Made believers out of men as I approach the throne Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of Rolling Stone (Mathers) (Sometimes, I feel like Marshall Mathers) [Verse 2] This goes out to those out there who hate to be alive Searching for placement is being taken by surprise Besides, its hard tryna always find the fun in they jokes Always endin' up the butt of they jokes Contemplation of it ending with this pistol to my temple Thinkin' if I pull this trigger will this semi take my misery away Or would I just be killin' me in vain Relationship estranged, shorty asking how I deal with it everyday Magazine filled, single mission or army Up in the Benz with a mini and rip the arm of a target Two time is talkin', one coughin'; the coffin called ya Powdered sugar up in ya Café au lait, I could coffee call ya I'm in the Boston Market where niggas beefin' from both sides Detroits fine, searchin' for a line, all the dope dry Talented, ghetto niggas lookin' for work Conviction facing, most'll go and get it out on the curb, absurd [Chorus] Good-hearted and prone to fuck up, my family hate me Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me (Mathers) Hate to say it, sometimes, I wish I wasn't created Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit (Mathers) Stood strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home (Mathers) Made believers out of men as I approach the throne Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of Rolling Stone (Mathers) (Sometimes, I feel like Marshall Mathers) (Sometimes, I feel like Marshall Mathers)