Alba s touto skladbou:
15,
Lose The Alibis,
The Marshall Mathers LP 2,
Aria Swan,
[Intro]
I own a mansion but live in a house
A king-size bed but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half-full
But my tank's half-empty, gasket just blew
[Verse 1]
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin only option
I have's McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall droppin' a football
So every time someone walks
in the John I get maddened
''Shady, what up?''
What? Come on, man, I'm crappin'
and you're askin' for my
goddamn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that,
on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad
and threw it back and told him,
''Todd, you're the shit''
When's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my gas without causin' an accident
Pump my gas, cut my grass,
can't take out the fuckin' trash
Without someone passin' through my sub harassin'
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, suffering succotash
But the ant-acid it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with my fuckin' mashed
Potatoes, so what hoe kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper class?
Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in the cupboard, plastic ware up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod what the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
[Hook]
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that made me and
(Life's been good to me so far)
[Verse 2]
They call me classless, I heard that,
I second and third that don't know
what the fuck I'd be doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned 40 and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons are ran, her skirt's snagged
And I heard she drag-races, *burp* swag
Tuck in my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) word, skag
We'd be the perfect match
Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to technology
But what the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do
to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at computers?
I'd rather be an Encyclopedia Britannica,
hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and
I melt the Mozzarella on my spaghetti,
put in on bread
Make a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford and Welfare mentality
helps ta keep me grounded, that's why
I never take full advantage of wealth,
I managed to dwell within these parameters
Still crammin' the shelves full of Hamburger Helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt a
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped
in an animal shelter with all these pet peeves
God damm it to hell, I can't stand all these kids
with their camera cellphones
I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I could yell, the
Other day someone got all elaborate and stuck a head
from a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up with me
[Hook]
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that made me and
(Life's been good to me so far)
[Bridge]
Got friends on facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked
[Verse 3]
I'm tryin' ta be low-key, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce, hunched over, giant nosebleed
Orge style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hidin' in Kroger's buyin' groceries
He just had front row seats, told me sign his poster
Then insults me,
"Wow up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost sill shopping at Costco's
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught picking my nose (aaghh!)
Look over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em, stuck at the light
The fuckin' shit's takin' forever to change
It's stuck, these bitches are lovin' it rubbin' it in
Chucklin', couldn't do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'',
fuckin' bitch
They want me to flip at the label,
but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with a-
nother one after Recovery was so highly coveted,
but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping out shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivision to fuck with, bitch
Quit snappin' fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit,
what a pity
The shit I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the dream
[Hook]
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that made me and
(Life's been good to me so far)