Dre, just let it run
Hey yo, turn the beat
Up a little bit
Hey yo, this song
Is for anyone
F*** it, just shut up and listen
Hey yo
I sit back, with this pack of Zig-Zags
And this bag of this weed,
It gives me the sh*t needed
To be the most meanest MC on this
On this earth
And since birth I've been
Cursed with this curse
To just curse and just blurt
This berserk and bizarre sh*t
That works
And it sells and it helps
In itself to relieve all this tension
Dispensing these sentences
Getting the stress
That's been eatin' me
Recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully
But at least have
The decency in you
To leave me alone
When you freaks see me out
In the streets when
I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no
I don't owe you
A motherf***ing thing
I'm not Mister *NSYNC
I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mister Friendly
I can be a prick
If you tip me my tank
Is on empty
No patience is in me
And if you offend me,
I'm liftin' you
Ten feet in the air
I don't care who was there
And who saw me destroy you
Well, call you a lawyer
File you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom
And buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you
I don't mean to be mean
But that's all I can be
It's just me

CHORUS:
And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't
Then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news
Everyday I am
Radio won't
Even play my jam
'Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't
Then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news
Everyday I am
I don't know
It's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel
Like my father
I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense
It's constant
And "Oh, it's
The song "Guilty Conscience"
Has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this
Controversy circles me
And it seems like
The media immediately
Points a finger at me
So I point one back at 'em
But not the index or pinky
Or the ring or the thumb
It's the one you put up
When you don't give a f***
When you won't just put up
With the bullsh*t
They pull 'cause
They full of sh*t too
When a dude's gettin' bullied
And shoots up your school
And they blame it on Marilyn
And the heroin
Where were the parents at?
And look at where it's at
Middle America
Now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see
An upper-class city
Having this happenin'
Then attack Eminem
'Cause I rap this way
But I'm glad 'cause
They feed me the fuel
That I need for
The fire to burn,
And it's burnin'
And I have returned

Repeat chorus

I'm so sick and tired
Of bein' admired
That I wish that I would
Just die or get fired
And dropped from my label
Let's stop with the fables
I'm not goin' to be able to top
What my name is
And pigeon-holed in
To some poppy sensation
That got me rotation
At rock-n-roll stations
And I just do not
Got the patience
To deal with
Who think I'm some wigga'
Who just tries to be black
'Cause I talk with an accent
And grab on my balls
So they always keep askin'
The same f***in' questions
What school did I go to?
What hood I grew up in?
The why, the who what,
When the where and the how
'Til I'm grabbin' my hair
And I'm tearin' it out
You've been drivin' me crazy
I can't take it
I'm racin' I'm pacin'
I stand then I sit
And I'm thankful
For every fan that I get
But I can't take a sh*t
In the bathroom
Without someone
Standing by it
You knew I won't sign
Your autograph
You can call me an as*hole
I'm glad

Repeat chorus