[bad word] 50centclub
 [bad word] 

[Hook: Adam Levine]
My life, my life
Makes you [bad word] away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All this confusion
Such an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere [bad word] and hide
No matter how hard I try

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah, OP, I went from back filthy to filthy rich
Man, the emotions change so I can never [bad word] a [bad word] 
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a [bad word] 
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other [bad word] 
Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
Entrepeneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me manuever
What's it to ya? The track I lace, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, [bad word]  kid

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
[Verse 2: Eminem]
While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the [bad word] sheds chopping my machete
Sipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buzz ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you [bad word] meatballs keep on just forgetting
Party was finished, [bad word]  it's only the beginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', [bad word] who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them [bad word] plugged in me
 [bad word] wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, [bad word] in each
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally [bad word] see
That'll teach you to go voicing your [bad word] #39; opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this [bad word]  [bad word] letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap in a minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about the same [bad word] that everybody else that's up in this [bad word]  what 50?
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm on track
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shut would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause [bad word] in circles with

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I haven't been this [bad word] confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning with Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Tryna say the same (?) [bad word]  get your [bad word] kicked, magnet
Wrap your head up in plastic
Soon I'm in a casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift God gave me like an air of lungs
And everything with it