Artist: Eminem Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 Song: So Far... Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Eminem - singing] I own a mansion, but live in a house A king-size bed but, I sleep on the couch I'm Mr. Bright Side, glass is half-full But my tank's half-empty, gasket just blew [Eminem] This always happens, thirty minutes from home gotta lay a log cabin Only option I have's McDonalds' bathroom In a public stall droppin a football so every time someone walks, in the +John+ I get +Maddened+ "Shady, what up?" What? C'mon man, I'm crappin and you're askin for my goddamn autograph on a napkin? Oh that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue, yeah hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then "Thanks dawg, name's Todd, a big fan" I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad, threw it back and Told him "Todd, you're the shit," when's all of this crap end? Can't pump my gas without causin an accident Pump my gas, cut my grass, I can't take out the fuckin trash without someone passin through my sub harassin I'd count my blessings but I suck at math I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin succotash But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas when I mix my corn with my fuckin mashed potatoes, so what hoe, kiss my country bumpkin ass Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper class? Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper Tupperware in the cupboard, plasticware up the ass Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that? B-boy to the core, mule I'm as stubborn as [Chorus: Eminem] Maybe that's why it feels so strange Got it all but I still won't change Maybe that's why, I can't leave De-TROIT It's the motivation that keeps me GOING This is the inspiration I need I could never turn my back on a city that made me And {"Life's been good to me so far..."} [Eminem] They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that Don't know what the fuck I'd doin if it weren't rap, probably be a giant turd-sack But I blew, never turned back Turned 40 and still sag, teenagers act more fuckin mature jack Fuck you gonna say to me? I'll leave on my own terms ass- -hole, I'm goin +Berzerk+, my nerves are bad but I love the perks my work has I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag Her nylons are ran, her skirt's snagged And I heard she drag-races, {*burp*} (swag) - tuck in my Hanes shirt tag You're Danica Patrick (yeah) word skag We'd be the perfect match, cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag My apologies, no disrespect to technology But what the heck's all of these buttons? You expect me to sit here and learn that? Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda? Be an expert at computers? I'd rather be an Encyclopedia Britannica, hell with Playstation, I'm still on my first man on some Zelda Nintendo bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread, make a sandwich with Welch's and belch, they say this spray butter's bad for my health but I think this poor white trash from the trailer Jed Clampett, Fred Sanford and welfare, mentality helps to keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I managed to dwell, within these parameters Still crammin the shelves full of Hamburger Helper I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt, a creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter with all these pet peeves, goddamn it to hell I can't stand all these kids, with their camera cellphones I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I could yell, the other day, someone got all elaborate and stuck a head from a fuckin dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings I think my karma's catchin up with me [Chorus] [Interlude: Eminem - singing] Got friends on Facebook, all over the world Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good So I'm Artist of the Decade, I even got a plaque I'd hang it up but, the frame is all cracked [Eminem] I'm tryin to be low-key, hopefully nobody notices me in produce, hunched over, giant nose bleed Ogre, style as I, mosey over to the frozen aisle, by the frozen, yogurt, this guy approached me Embarrassed, I just did Comerica, with Hova The show's over, I'm hidin in Kroger, buyin groceries He just had front row seats, told me, sign this poster then insults me "WOW, up close didn't know you had crow's feet!" I'm at a crossroads, lost, still shoppin at Costco Sloppy joes, bulk waffles Got caught pickin my nose, ahh~! Look over see these two hot hoes Finger still up one of my nostrils Right next to 'em, stuck at the light, the fuckin shit's takin forever to change, it's stuck, these bitches are lovin it Rubbin it in, chucklin - couldn't do nothin Play it off, "What you bumpin?" "'Trunk Muzik', Yelawolf's better!" Fuckin bitch They want me to flip at the label but I won't succumb to it The pressure, they want me to follow up with a- -nother one after "Recovery" was so highly coveted But what good is a fuckin recovery, if I fumble it? Cause I'ma drop the ball if I don't get a grip Hoppin out shrubbery on you sons of bitches - wrong subdivison to fuck with bitch, quit snappin fuckin pictures of my kids, I love my {"city"} but you pushed me to my limit, what a {"pity"} The shit I complain about It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's rainin out Kool-Aid stain on the couch, I'll never get it out But bitch I got an +Elevator+ in my house, ants and a mouse! I'm livin the DREAM! [Chorus]