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