You know everybody's
been tellin' me what
they think about me for
the last few months
Maybe it's time
I tell 'em what I
think about them
Gotta concentrate
against the clock I race
Got no time to waste
I'm already late I got a
marathoner's pace
Went from addict to a
workaholic word to
Dr. Dre in that first
marijuana tape
Guess I got
a chronic case
And I ain't just
blowin' smoke 'less
it's in your momma's face
I know this time
Paul and Dre
They won't tell me
what not to say
And though me
and my party days
Have all pretty
much parted ways
You'd swear to God
I forgot I'm the guy
that made Not Afraid
One last time for
Charlamagne
If my response is late
it's just how long it takes
To hit my f***in' radar
I'm so far away
Rappers are
like Hunger Games
One minute
they're mockin' Jay
Next minute they
get their style from
Migos or they
copy Drake
Maybe I just
don't know when to
turn around
and walk away
But all the hate
I call it
Walk on Water gate
I've had as much
as I can tolerate
Sick and tired of waitin'
I done lost my patience
I can take all of you
motherf***ers on at
once you wanted Shady
You got him
Somebody tell Budden
before I snap
he better fasten it
Have his body
bag get zipped
The closest thing
he's had to hits is
smackin' b****es
And don't make me
have to give it back
to Akademiks
Say this s**t
is trash again I'll
have you twisted
Like you had it
You thought
you had me slippin'
at the telly
When I'm gettin'
brain you'll never
catch me with a thot
Lackin' with it
he ain't spittin' like
this on his last s**t
You better go back
and listen
You know me better
thinkin' I'll slow or let up
Call it trap 'cause
it's a total setup
Hopin' that you rappers
fall in that
Dre said
Hold your head up
Kathy Griffin
Stackin' ammunition
slap the clip in cock it
back on competition
This is how I shot ahead
Gabby Giffords
My attack is vicious
Jack the Ripper
back in business
Tyler create nothin'
I see why you called
yourself a f****t b***h
Not just 'cause
you lack attention
It's because you
worship D12's balls
you're sack-religious
If you're gonna
critique me
You better at least
be as good or better
Earl the Hooded Sweater
Whatever his name
is to help you
put together
Words more
than just two letters
The fans waited
for this moment
Like that feature
When I stole the show
sorry if I took forever
Just remember
I was here before you
And I'll be here after
you make your
run-in for you
Detractors
I might have to f**k
Pitchfork with
a corkscrew
What the
doctor ordered
Revenge is the
best medicine
Increase the dose
from least to most
And then tell the
Grammys to go
and f**k themselves
Suck the blood from
all the biggest artists
like some leeches
Nominate 'em get
'em there get a name
to MC the show
Every parasite
needs a host
Then give Album of
the Year to somebody
that no one's ever
even heard of
I wrote
every single word of
Everything I
ever murdered
Time to separate
the sheep from goats
And I got no
faith in your writers
I don't believe
in ghosts
When rap needed
it most I was that
wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope
put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some
kid is bumpin' this
while he lip-syncs
in the mirror
Who I'm
doin' it for the rest
I don't really even care
You would think
I'm carryin' a Oxford
dictionary in my pocket
I'm buryin'
these artists
On a scale of turnt
you're minus
Mine says very
yours says hardly
What's scary is you
probably can compare
me to your car 'cause I'm
just barely gettin' started
And far as Lord Jamar
you better leave
me the hell alone
Or I'll show you
an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house
you own thrust my pelvic
bone use your telephone
and go fetch me
the remote
Put my feet up and
just make
myself at home
I belong here clown
don't tell me 'bout
the culture
I inspired the Hopsins
the Logics the Coles
the Seans the K-Dots
the 5 9s and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent
you did squat piss
and moan
But I'm not gonna
fall b***h