[Intro]
Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
But I think the lines are starting to get blurry

[Verse 1]
I'm in a strange place, I feel like Mase when he gave up the game
For his faith, I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grinning 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 [bad word] your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just want to hurt you, aim for the [bad word] Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's
Wayne's and the Drake's, I'm [bad word] cause ain't
No more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap [bad word] and whatever the fallout is
I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, bar fight
Prepare your [bad word] 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 [bad word]  but you forgetting Sarah, Marshall
(Palin!) Oh, my bad, [bad word] And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit
Judge be like "That's sharp, how much that [bad word] cost you?
Smart [bad word]  you lucky I don't tear it off you
And jump your bones, you y [bad word] You so [bad word] gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's on 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, [bad word] (I [bad word] 'em! Rape your mother! Kill your parents!)
And these kids are like parrots, [bad word] around the house just like terrorists
Screaming  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] " Adult with a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "Merits, [bad word] 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 [bad word] mouth was nightmare-ish
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 [bad word] to make sure I keep up with [bad word] 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]
This [bad word] in me, here [bad word] again
It controls my pen, that ain't me, it's my evil twin
(I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
He's just a friend who pops up now and again
So don't blame me, blame him, cause I ain't playing
(I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)

[Interlude] [bad word] back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time

[Verse 2]
So who's left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
Nah, with Christina, I ain't [bad word] with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker
Than [bad word] with the fever, get the cloriseptic Excedrin aleve
Or extra strength Tylenol 3's, feel like I'm burning to death
But I'm freezing Bed ridden and destined to never leave the, bedroom
Ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger
My suicide notes, barely legible read the, bottom
It's signed by