"Evil Twin"

[Intro: Eminem]
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think—think the lines are starting to get blurred

[Verse 1: Eminem]
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
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
‘Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face

I need a change of pace
‘Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
‘Cause that's where most of my anger is based

f**k 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 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 goin' all out in this rap sh*t and whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle
Suck a duck, crawl out the back—it's a bar fight
Prepare your arsenal
And beware of bar stools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a sl*t but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin)
Oh, my bad, sl*t! And next time I show up to court
I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
Judge be like, "That's sharp
How much that motherf**ker cost you, smart-ass?
You're lucky I don't tear it off you
And jump your bones, you sexy motherf**ker!
You're so f**kin' gravy, Marshall, I should start callin' 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 coulda 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, motherf**ker

Rekcufrehtom! (Rape your mother)Tihs! (Kill your parents)
And these kids are like parrots
They run around the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "f**k! sh*t! f**k!"
Adult with a childish-like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
f**k that! I'd rather be loud, and I like swearin'"

From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes!"
But my f**kin' 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 b*t*hes 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
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