Testo Evil Twin - Eminem
Testo della canzone Evil Twin (Eminem), tratta dall'album The Marshall Mathers LP2
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think
I think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Griming every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
'Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face
I need a change of pace
'Cause the pace I'm working at's dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst
I done quit chickenheads cold turkey
And started slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes
I'm frustrated 'cause, hey, no more -NSYNC
Now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap
Isshing whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle
Sucka duck, crawl out the back
It's a bar fight, prepare your arsenal
And beware of bar stools flying through the air and bottles breaking
Mirrors also, and I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut
But you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall!" (Hailie!)
Oh, my bad, slut
And next time I show up to court
I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit
Judge be like, "That's sharp
How much that motherfucker cost you, smartass?
You're lucky I don't tear it off you and
Junk your bones, you sexy motherfucker
Oh, you're so fucking crazy, Marshall
I should start calling you 'Anjew'
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I believe people can change, but only for the worst
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic K-Mart chains panic
'Cause they can't even spin back their curse words
'Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfuckers!
And these kids are like parrots
They run around the house just like terrorists
Screaming "Fuck your shit"
Adult with a childish-like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearing"
From the first album, even the gals
Were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my fucking mouth was nightmarish
And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this
And opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them futures
To make sure I keep up with my competition, haha
Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
And that sort of defines where I'm at
And the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies
There's darkness closing in (Evil twin)
There it goes again (My evil twin)
If it shows my pen (My evil twin)
That ain't me (Evil twin)
It's my evil twin (Evil twin)
But he's just a friend (Evil twin)
Who pops up now and again (Evil twin)
So don't blame me (Evil twin)
Blame him (Evil twin)
My evil twin
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time
So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
Nah, eff the Christina
I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Al
But my album's just sicker than strep with a fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve
Or extra-strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezing
Bedridden and destined never to leave the
Bedroom ever again like the legend of Hee-Haw
Ledger, my suicide note's barely legible
Read the bottom, it's signed by the Joker
Lorraine, I said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, give her my dick
You see, I'll be Jerry Mathis, however "Left It to Beaver"
Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver
Golly wolly, I bit, heat registered, Jesus
Ever since 1-9-9-4-6, stressin' it was definitely my destiny
When on the steps I met DeShaun at Osborne
I'd never make it to sophomore
I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
Flip burgers and wash dishes while I
Wrote rhymes tryna get props for 'em
'Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em
They were sleeping, I made 'em stop snoring
Made 'em break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip-hop in its tip-top form
And N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows
Leaning on the horn screaming, "Fuck the police!" like cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin (Poof!)
Top five shit, I'm top four
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin so who the fuck
You think that third and that fourth spot's for?
And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him
And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants a plain Eminem
When no one's insaner than Slim?
Look at that evil grin, evil twin
Please come in, what was your name again?
Hi, faggot, look who's back
With a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair
And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there
Peace to Whitney, Jesus just hit me
That I should call the loony police to come get me
'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth
I wish someone'd finally admit me
To a mental hospital with Britney
Oh! LMFAO, no way, ho
J. Baez couldn't beat this rap, O.J. know
Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho
Hey ho! I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking chorus
To "Hip Hop Hooray"? No
I'm hollering, you got bottoming like an 808
And a bass weatherfucking off that instead of your face, so
Let your low end rage, yo
Tango, what you think? Slow dancing a bong?
You tryna hold hands with your homie?
What, you think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me
Fuck, I'm only vulnerable when I got a burner
And Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt
Don't try to fix me, I'm broke, so I don't work
So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't work
But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride
Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed
As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side
And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
'Cause we are the same, bitch
Oh, please be empty
Please be empty, please be empty
Oh thank you, God
Oh, fuck
Shit
Is that a girl?
Yeah, I'm gonna rock this blouse and put it up
And then I'll think of my father loud
And get into the AM
And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show
Let myself show
But fuck it, just keep on and tuck it
Life's too short to not stroke your balls
So everybody, everybody
Fucker's jerks, touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
Blowing out your ass
Credits
Writer(s): Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Joey Chavez, Tavish L. Graham, Wolfgang Duren
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