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Rock Bottom Eminem
- I feel like I'm walkin' a tight rope without a circus net
- Poppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck
- I deserve respect but I work a sweat for this worthless check
- I'm 'bout to burst this TEC at somebody to reverse this debt
- Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
- Full of venom and rage, 'specially when I'm engaged
- And my daughter's down to her last diaper, it's got my ass hyper
- I pray that God answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
- Watchin' ballers while they flossin' in they Pathfinders
- These overnight stars becomin' autograph signers
- We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us
- Along with the small fries and average half pinters
- But player haters turnin' bitch like they have vaginas
- 'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
- Money'll brainwash you and leave yo' ass mindless
- Them snakes slither in the grass, spineless
- My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams
- I'm hopin' things look up, but there ain't no job openings
- I feel discouraged, hungry and malnourished
- Livin' in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
- And I'm sick of workin' dead end jobs with lame pay
- And I'm tired of bein' hired and fired the same day
- But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game, play
- 'Cause when we die, we know we all goin' the same way
- 'Cause it's cool to be the player, but it sucks to be the fan
- When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan
- Or comfortable and roomy in a 6
- But they threw me in the mix with all these gloomy lunatics
- Who walk around depressed, and smoke a pound of cess a day
- And yesterday went by so quick, it seems like it was just today
- My daughter wants to throw the ball, but I'm too stressed to play
- Live half my life and throw the rest away
- There's people that love me and people that hate me (Yup)
- But it's the evil that made me
- This backstabbin', deceitful and shady (Mhm)
- I want the money, the women, the fortune and fame
- That means I end up burnin' in Hell, scorchin' in flame
- That means I'm stealin' your checkbook and forgin' your name
- This lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
- 'Cause right now, I feel like I've just hit the rock bottom
- I've got problems, now everybody on my block's got 'em (Duh)
- I'm screamin' like them two cops when 2Pac shot 'em
- Holdin' two Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on 'em
- My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or socks on 'em
- And them rings you wearin' look like they got a few rocks on 'em
- And while you flaunt 'em
- I could be takin' 'em to shops to pawn 'em
- I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch, you want 'em?
- 'Cause I ain't never went gold off one song
- I'm runnin' up on someone's lawn with guns drawn
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