Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Good the Bad and the Ugly Ringtone, artist - The Theme Tune Kids. Date of issue: 24.06.2014
Song language: English
The Good the Bad and the Ugly Ringtone |
| I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you invent |
| I’m the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in |
| I’m your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen |
| Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin |
| No, it’s hopeless, I’m the denial that you’re hopelessly in |
| When they say all of this is approaching its end |
| But you refuse to believe that it’s over, here we go all over again |
| Backs to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds |
| Toilets clogged, yeah, cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up |
| But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollas |
| After the track is demolished; |
| I am your lack of a conscience |
| I’m the ringing in your ears |
| I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils |
| Eating your vocal chords after your concerts |
| I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged |
| Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow |
| I’m the bullies you hate, that you became |
| With every faggot you slaughtered |
| Coming back on you, every woman you insult |
| That, with the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters |
| I represent everything, you take for granted |
| ‘Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper’s persona’s half a facade |
| And Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic |
| Of you not knowing what you had 'till it’s gone |
| ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam |
| No more fans that are calling your name, cameras are off |
| Sad, but it happens to all of them |
| I’m the hindsight to say, «I told you so!» |
| Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow |
| I’m the future that’s here to show you what happens tomorrow |
| If you don’t stop after they call you the |
| Biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits |
| When it’s time to walk away, I’m every guilt trip |
| The baggage you had, but as you gather up all your possessions |
| If there’s anything you have left to say |
| Unless it makes an impact then don’t bother |
| So before you rest your case |
| Better make sure you’re packing a wallop |
| So one last time, I’m back |
| Before it fades into black and it’s all over |
| Behold the final chapter in the saga |
| Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle |
| Twice the magic that started it all |
| Tragic portrait of an artist tortured |
| Trapped in his own drawings |
| Tap into thoughts |
| Blacker and darker than anything imaginable |
| Here goes a wild stab in the dark |
| As we pick up the last Mathers left off |