Title: Qeanin out my qoset
Artist: Eminem
Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo Yo
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as this mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha probably sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'm a make you look so ridiculous now
I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you-ew-ew
I never meant make you