Whatever...dre just let it run..hey yo turn the beat up a little bit..yo this song is for anyone..fuck it..shut up and listen..hey yo
I sit back with this pack of zig zags
And this bag
Of this weed
It gives me the shit needed to be the most meanest MC
On the scene on this earth
And since birth
I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And jsut blurt
Just bezerk
And bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps
In itself differently
All this tension
Dispensin these sentences
Gettin the stress
That's been eatin 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 on 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 motherfuckin thing
I'm not mr. Nsync
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 pantience is in me
And if you offend me
I'm liften you ten feet
In the air
I don't care who is there
And who saw me
Just jar you
Well call you a lawyer
And file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom
And buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of arguin
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me
[chorus]
I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper the news every day I am
Radio won't even play my jams
I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper the news every day I am
I dont 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
Oh it's his lyrical content
The song guilty conciense has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems that the media immediatly 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 fuck when you jjust won't put up
With the bullshit they pull
Cause they full of shit too
When the dudes gettin bullied and shoots up the school
And they blame it on marilyn
And the heroin
Where where the parents at
Look where it's at
Middle america
Now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see
End up a class that he havin this happenin
Then attack eminem cause I rap this way
But i'm glad cause they feed me the fumes I need for the fire to burn and this burnin and eye of returnin
[chorus]
I'm so sick and tired of bein admired that I wish that 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 people hold in to some poppy sensation
That got me rotation
On rock and roll station
And I jsut do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky caucasions
Who think im some wigga who tries to be black
Cause I talk with an accent
And grab on my balls
So they always keep askin the same fuckin questions
What school did I go to
What hood I grew up in
The why the who what when and where and the how
Till i'm grabbin my hair and i'm tearin it out
Cuase they drivin me crazy
I cant take it
I'm racin and pacin
I stand and I sit
And i'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a shit in the bathroom without someone standin by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asswhole i'm glad
[chorus]
