Marshall Mathers

Disassociating three's in the building

How they leave as we flee the scene a brief apparition of my agenda, I'm just being me

Prayers in the seed to an upper being, just free'd the team

On my knees reaching for fire flies, they got no wings

Bitch I fell in love will it meek it

After MILF or meaning [?] she was happy, I wouldn't sell her dreams

Now I'm selling things, with the stamp on it

Teflon wrapper, closed hamper, putting tax on it

Hated on for my inevitable success, still

Dealing with the devil I only know as myself

In the mirror I see God and that only God is myself

Prayers answer, closed caption, mr Mathers no distraction

In the kitchen, no whippin, straight drop is manufactured

For the few that choose to be un-recreative with a habit

I'm recreative with a habit as I resorted to dog food

Discombobulation, which ever way that you call it..

Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers

Good heart and prone to fuck up, my family hate me

Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me

Hate to say it sometimes I wish I wasn't created

Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit

Still strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's

Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home

Made believers out of men as I approach the throne

Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of rolling stone

(sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers..)

This goes out to those out there who hate to be alive

Searching for placement is being taken by surprise

Besides, its hard tryna always find the fun in they jokes

Always ended up the butt of they jokes

Contemplation of a ending with this pistol to my temple

Thinking if I pull this trigger will I sin and take my misery away

Or would I just be killing me in vain

Relationship estranged, shorty asking how I deal with it everyday

Magazine filled, single mission or army

Up in the arms with a mini and rip the arm of a target

Two time is talking, one coughing: the coffin called ya

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I'm in the Boston market where niggas beefing from both sides

Detroit's fine, searching for a line, all the dope dry

Talented, ghetto niggas looking for work

Conviction facing, most of them go n get it out on the curb

Absurd...

Good heart and prone to fuck up, my family hate me

Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me

Hate to say it sometimes I wish I wasn't created

Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit

Still strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's

Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home

Made believers out of men as I approach the throne

Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of rolling stone

Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers..

Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers