Intro (Bad Guy)

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 shit 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 Eatin' 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 faggot 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 'til 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 'em 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 'Less 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