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I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep and then woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
Back's to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah cause I'm talking a lot of *** but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers after the track is demolished
"I am your lack of a conscience" I'm the ringing in your ears, I'm the polyps
on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate, that you became with every *** you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult, batter but the double-standards you have when
it comes to your daughters I represent everything, you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper's persona's half a facade
And Matthew and Stan's just symbolic Of you not knowing what you had 'till it's
gone 'Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name, cameras are off
Sad, but it happens to all of them I'm the hindsight to say, "I told you so"
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after they call ya Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call
it quits When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt
trip The baggage you have, but as you gather up
all your Possessions, if there's anything you have
left to say, unless it makes an impact, then don't bother
So 'fore you rest your case, better make sure you're packing a wallop
So one last time, I'm back, before it fades into black and it's all
Over, behold the final chapter in a saga Trying to recapture that lightning trapped
in a bottle Twice, the magic that started
It all, tragic portrait of an artist tortured trapped in his own drawings
Tap into thoughts blacker and darker Than anything imaginable, here goes a wild
stab in the dark, uh As we (I) pick up where the last Mathers left
off .