Evil Twin – Eminem
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Evil Twin – Eminem Testo:
Yeah, trying to figure out the difference But I think.. I think the lines are starting to get blurry [Verse 1:] I’m in a strange place I feel like Mace when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I’m caged in these chains and restraints Grimming 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 is dangerous There’s nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads in 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 want to hurt you, aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanye’s, Jay’s, Wayne’s and the Drake’s I’m frustrated ‘cause ain’t no more N’Sync, 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 shit and whatever the fallout is I’m strapped for battle sucka-duck, crawl out the back, its 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 forgetting Sarah, Marshall (Palin) 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? Smart ass, you’re lucky I don’t tear it off you And jump your bones, you’re sexy motherfucker You’re so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you “au jus” ‘Cause all’s 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 worse 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 the curse words ‘Cause they’re worse when they’re reversed, motherfucker (rape your mother, kill your parents) And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screaming “fuck, shit, fuck” 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 a part of this And the opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums Often as I can and skim through all them bitches To make sure I keep up with my competition (ha ha) 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 and ignore the replies [Hook:] Theres darkness closing in (evil twin) There it goes again (my evil twin), It controls my pen (my evil twin), But that aint me, its my evil twin (then I step out and see my evil twin he gives me an evil grin) But hes just a friend (evil twin), Who pops up now and again (again) So dont blame me (evil twin) Blame him, its my evil twin [Interlude:] Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time [Verse 2:] So who’s left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain’t fucking with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3s Feel like I’m burning to death, but I’m freezin’ Bed-ridden and destined never to leave the Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger My suicide notes, barely legible read the Bottom, it’s signed by The Joker Lorraine said I never can leave her She’d sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit, bitch Give up my dick for pussy, I’d be Jerry Mathers I’d ever left it to Beaver Get them titties cut off trying to mess with a cleaver Golly-wally I bet he registered Jesus Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definitely my destiny When on the steps I met Deshaun at Osborn 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 trying to get props for ‘em ‘Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for ‘em They were sleeping, I made them stop snorin’ Made them break out the popcorn Now I’ve been hip hop in its tip top form Since 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 Fuck top 5, bitch, I’m top 4 And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin, so who the fuck you think that’s 3rd and that 4th spot’s for? And crazy as I am I’m much tamer than him And I’m nuts, then again who the fuck wants to plain Eminem? But 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 just small up there Peace to Whitney, geez, 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 someoned finally admit me To a mental hospital with Britney Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez couldn’t beat this rap, OJ no 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 bottom in like an 8-0-8 And a base whether we’re fucking of that instead of your face, so Let your low-end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancing in the bowling You trying to hold hands with your homie? What? You think I’m looking for romance ‘cause I’m lonely? Change that tune, you ain’t got remote chance to control me Hoe, I’m only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman tried 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 is 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
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