Eminem-The Way I Am


Dre just let it run,
Ay yo, turn the beat up a little bit,
Ay yo,
This song is for anyone,
F*** it, shut up and listen...

Ay yo-
I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag,
Of this weed it gives me the s*** needed to be,
The most meanest MC on this,
On this Earth,
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse,
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre s*** that works,
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve,
All this tension dispensin me sentences gettin it,
Stress that's been eaten me recently off of this chest,
And I rest again peacefully,
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone,
When you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter,
To not come and speak to me,
I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a motherf****** thing,
I'm not Mr. N'Sync,
I'm not what your friends think,
I'm not Mr.Friendly,
I can be a prick,
If you tip me my tank is on empty,
No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin you 10 feet,
In the air I don't care who is there and who saw me just jaw you,
Go call you a lawyer go file you a lawsuit,
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe,
I'm tired of all you,
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me!

Chorus:
And I am whatever you say I am,
If I wasn't then why would I say I am,
In the paper, the news everyday I am,
Radio won't even play my jam,
Cuz I am whatever you say I am,
If I wasn't then why would I say I am,
In the paper, the news everyday I am,
I don't know it's just the way I am,

Sometimes I just feel like my father,
I hate to be bothered,
With all of this nonsense it's constant,
Oh it's his lyrical content the song "Guilty Concience",
has gotten such rotten responses,
And all of this controversy circles me,
And it seems like the media immedietly,
Points a finger at me,
So I point one back at em but not the index or pinky,
Or the ring or the thumb it's the one you put up,
When you don't give a f*** when you won't just put up,
With the bulls*** they pull cuz they fulla s*** too,
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school,
And they blame it on Marilyn,
And the heroin-where were the parents at,
And look where it's at,
Middle America now it's a tragedy now it's so sad to see,
An upperclass city havin this happenin,
Then attack Eminem cuz I rap this way,
But I'm glad cuz they feed me the fuel that I need,
For the fire to burn in it's burnin and I have returned.

(Chorus)

I'm so sick and tired of being admired,
That I wish I would just die or get fired,
And drop from my label and stop with the fables,
I'm not gonna be able to top what my name is,
And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation,
To cop me rotation at rock-an-roll stations,
And I just do not got the patience,
To deal with these cocky Caucasians,
Who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be black,
Cuz I talk wit an accent and grab on my balls,
So they always keep askin the same f****** questions,
What school did I go to what hood I grew up in,
And why the who what when the where and the how,
till I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out,
Cuz thier drivin me crazy,
I can't take it I'm racin I'm pacin,
I stand and I sit,
I'm thankful for every fan that I get,
But I can't take a s*** in the bathroom,
Without someone standin by it,
No I won't sign your autograph,
You can call me an a**hole I'm glad!

(Chorus)


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