Artist: Eminem Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 Song: Evil Twin Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Eminem] Yeah, I was tryin to figure out, the difference But I think, I think the lines are startin to get blurred [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/baste! Fuck 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 Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's I'm frustrated 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 goin all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, sucka 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 slut, but you're +Forgetting Sarah, Marshall+" (Palin!) Oh, my bad, slut And next time I show up in court, I'll be naked, and just wear a law-suit Judge be like, "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you? Smart ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you And jump your bones you, sexy motherfucker You're so fuckin gravy Marshall; I should start callin you +au jus+ Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo" Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you I believe people can change (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 Motherfucker! {"Rape your mother, kill your parents"} And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screamin "fuck, shit, fuck~!" Adult with a childish-like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like "Merits? Fuck 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 fuckin 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 bitches 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 [Chorus: Eminem] + {Royce Da 5'9" sample} There's darkness closin in {"Evil twin"} There it goes again {"My Evil twin"} It controls my pen {"Evil twin"} But that ain't me, it's my evil twin {"Then I step out and see my Evil twin; he gives me an evil grin"} But he's just a friend {"Evil twin"} Who, pops up now and again {"Evil twin"} So don't blame me {"Evil twin"} Blame him, it's my evil twin {"Then I step out and see my Evil twin; he gives me an evil grin"} [Interlude] "Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend. You have slept for quite some time." [Eminem] So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fuckin with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my album's just sicker than strep with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's, feel like I'm burnin to death but I'm freezin Bed-ridden and destined never to leave the bedroom ever again like the legend of Heath, uh Ledger, my suicide note's barely legible, read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker, Lorena said I never can leave her She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her! Fuck that shit bitch, give up my dick for pussy I'll be Jerry Mathers, I ever +Left It to Beaver+ Get them titties cut off, tryin to mess with a +Cleaver+ Golly Wally I vent, heat register, Jesus! Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely my destiny when on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn, I'd never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors Flip burgers and wash dishes while I wrote rhymes tryin to get props for 'em Cause I took book smarts, and swapped for 'em They were sleepin, I made 'em stop snorin, made 'em break out the popcorn Now I've been hip-hop in its tip-top form Since N.W.A was blarin through my car windows leanin on the horn Screamin "Fuck tha Police" like COP PORN! Flipped rap on its ear, like I dropped corn Fuck Top 5 bitch, I'm Top 4! And that includes Biggie and 'Pac, whore And I got an evil twin, so who the fuck you think that third and that fourth SPOT'S FOR? And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him And I'm +nuts+, then again who the fuck wants a +plain Eminem+? But no one's insaner than Slim Look at that {"Evil grin, evil twin"} please come in, what was your name again?! Hi! Faggot, look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict/attic, and it's so small up there Peace to Whitney, geez, just hit me that I should call the loony police, to come get me Cause I'm so sick of bein the truth, I wish someone'd finally admit me to a mental hospital with Britney OHH! LMFAO, no way, Jo- -se Baez couldn't beat this rap, O.J. no Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey hoe, HEY HO! I sound like I'm tryin to sing the fuckin chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray"? No I'm hollerin, you got bottom end like an 8-0- -8, and I {"BASS"} whether we're fuckin off that instead of your face so Let your low-end raise, yo! Tango? What you think hoe? Slow dancin or bowling? You tryin to hold hands with your homie? What? You think I'm lookin for romance cause I'm lonely? Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me Hoe, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke, so I don't work So are you, but you're broke, cause you don't work Haha, but all bullshit aside, I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed as it used to be, when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side And blamed it on him, when they tried to criticize Cause we are the same, bitch