Man, whatever
Dre just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit back with this pack of Zig-Zags and this bag
Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this—on this Earth
And since birth Ive been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension
Dispensing these sentences, getting this stress
Thats been eating me recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when Im eating or feeding my daughter
To not come and speak to me, I dont know you
And no, I dont owe you a mothafuckin thing
Im not Mr. NSync, Im not what your friends think
Im not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick if you tempt me
My tank is on empty, no patience is in me
And if you offend me, Im lifting you ten feet in the air
I dont care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
Ill smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
Im tired of all you, I dont mean to be mean
But thats all I can be, its just me
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Radio wont even play my jam
Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
I dont know, its just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father
I hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense
Its constant, and, Oh, its his lyrical content
The song Guilty Conscience has gotten such rotten responses.
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, its the one you put up
When you dont give a fuck, when you wont just put up
With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dudes getting bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where its at!
Middle America, now its a tragedy
Now its so sad to see, an upper-class city havin this happening
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way
But Im glad, cause they feed me the fuel that I need
For the fire to burn, and its burning, and I have returned
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Radio wont even play my jam
Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
I dont know, its just the way I am
Im so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label, lets stop with the fables
Im not gonna be able to top on My Name Is
And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation
To cop me rotation at rock-n-roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky Caucasians
Who think Im some wigger who just tries to be black
Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same fucking questions
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who, what, when, the where and the how
Til Im grabbing my hair and Im tearin it out
Cause they driving me crazy, I cant take it
Im racin, Im pacin, I stand and I sit
And Im thankful for every fan that I get
But I cant take a shit
In the bathroom without someone standing by it
No, I wont sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, Im glad
Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Radio wont even play my jam
Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
I dont know, its just the way I am