Evil Twin Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers Lp 2 - Eminem

Yeah, trying to figure out the difference 

But I think 

I think the lines are starting to get blurred 

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 

Grimming 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 cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em 

'Cause that's where most of my anger is baste 

Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints 

I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks 

Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes 

I'm frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack 

I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack 

I'm going 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 

Flying through the air and bottles breaking, mirrors also 

And I ain't stopping till 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 to in court I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit 

Judge be like "That's sharp, how much did 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 fucking 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 all 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, motherfucker 

(Rape your mother, kill your parents) 

And these kids are like parrots, they run 

around the house just like terrorists 

Screaming, "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 swearing 

From thr first album even the gals were like "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" 

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But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish 

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 

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 

There's darkness closing in, there it goes again 

It controls my pen, but that ain't me, it's my evil twin 

But he's just a friend, who pops up now and again 

So don't blame me, just blame him, it's my evil twin 

Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend 

You have slept for quite some time 

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So who's left, Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber 

Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither 

Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep 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 never to leave the 

Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heath-uh- 

Ledger, my suicide notes, barely legible read the 

Bottom, it's signed by the Joker, Lorena said I never can leave her 

She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her 

Fuck that shit, bitch! 

Give up my dick for pussy? 

I'd be Jerry Mathers, I ever left it to Beaver 

Get them titties cut off trying to mess with a cleaver 

Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus 

Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 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 trying to get props for 'em 

Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em 

They were sleeping, I made 'em stop snorin' 

Made them break out the popcorn 

Now I've been hip-hop in it's tip-top form 

Since N.W.A was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn 

Screaming "Fuck the police" like cop porn 

Flipped rap on its ear 

Like I dropped corn 

Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four 

And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore 

And I got an Evil Twin, so who the fuck do 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 and it's so small up there 

Peace to Whitney, jeez, just hit me 

That I should call the Looney Police to come get me 

'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth, I wish someone finally admit me 

To a mental hospital with Britney 

Oh! LMFAO 

Oh, no way, Jo- 

Se Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no 

Hooray, I'm off the like Casey Anthony, hey ho 

Hey-ho! 

I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray", no 

I'm hollering you got bottom-end like an 8-0- 

8 and I 'base' whether we're fucking off that instead of your face, so 

Let your low end raise, yo 

Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancing or bowling? 

You trying to hold hands with your homie? 

What, you think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely? 

Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me 

Ho, 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 

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