I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
 I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in
 I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
 Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
 No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
 When they say all of this is approaching its end
 But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
 Backs to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds
 Toilets clogged, Yeah ‘cause I’m talking a lot of [bad word] but I’m backing it all up
 But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollas
 After the track is demolished
 I am your lack of a conscience
 I’m the ringing in your ears
 I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
 Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
 I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
 Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
 I’m the bullies you hate, that you became
 With every [bad word] you slaughtered [bad word] back on you every woman you insult
 That, with the double-standards you have when [bad word] to your daughters
 I represent everything, you take for granted
 ‘Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper’s persona's half a facade
 And Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic, of you not knowing what you had until it’s gone
 ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam, no more fans that are calling your name
 Cameras are off
 Sad, but it happens to all of them
 I’m the hindsight to say, “I told you so!”
 Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
 I’m the future that’s here to show you what happens tomorrow
 If you don’t stop after they call you the
 Biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits
 When it’s time to walk away
 I’m every guilt trip
 The baggage you had
 But as you gather up all your possessions
 If there's anything you have left to say
 Unless it makes an impact don’t bother
 So before you rest your case
 Better make sure you’re packing a wallop
 So one last time, I’m back
 Before it fades into black and it’s all over
 Behold the final chapter in the saga
 Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
 Twice the magic that started it all
 Tragic portrait of an artist tortured
 Trapped in his own drawings
 Tap into thoughts
 Blacker and darker than anything imaginable
 Here goes a wild stab in the dark
 As we pick up the last Mathers left off. (AnI)