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The Way I Am
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 (Am  Bdim  G#dim/B  G#dim/D  Am/C  Am  Am  Am/C  E/G#dim  Am)  
 I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
 Of this weed, it gives me the s*** 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 s*** that works
 And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
 All this tension, dispensin’ these sentences
 Gettin’ this stress that’s been eatin’ me recently off o’ 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***in’ thing
 I’m not Mr. ‘NSync, I’m not what your friends think
 I’m not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
 If you tempt me, my tank is on empty
 No patience is in me and if you offend me
 I’m liftin you 10 feet in the air
 I don’t care who is there and who saw me destroy you
 Go 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 is just me
 And I am whatever you say I am
 If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am
 In the paper, the news, every day 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, every day 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 his lyrical content
 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 pinkie
 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 bulls*** they pull ‘cause they full of s*** too
 When a dude’s gettin bullied and shoots up his school
 And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
 Where were the parents at and look where it’s at
 Middle America, now it’s a tragedy
 Now it’s so sad to see an upper class city
 Havin’ 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
 And I am whatever you say I am
 If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am
 In the paper, the news, every day 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, every day I am
 I don’t know it’s just the way I am
 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 and stop with the fables
 I’m not gonna be able to top on “My Name Is..”
 And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation
 To cop me rotation at Rock & Roll stations
 And I just do not got the patience
 To deal with these cocky Caucasians who think
 I’m some whigger who just tries to be black ‘cause I talk with an accent
 And grab on my b***s, 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
 Till I’m grabbin’ my hair and I’m tearin’ it out
 ‘Cause they drivin’ me crazy, I can’t take it
 I’m racin’, I’m pacin’, I stand and I sit
 And I’m thankful for every fan that I get
 But I can’t take a s*** in the bathroom without someone standin’ by it
 No, I won’t sign your autograph
 You can call me an a******, I’m glad
 ‘Cause I am whatever you say I am
 If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am
 In the paper, the news, every day 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, every day I am
 I don’t know it’s just the way I am
  
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