Evil Twin - Eminem: Testo (lyrics), traduzione e video

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Evil Twin - Eminem: Testo (lyrics), traduzione e video

Evil Twin - Eminem: testo, video e traduzione

Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
But I think the lines are starting to get blurred

[Verse 1]
I’m in a strange place, I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I’m caged in these chains and restraints
Grimming every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
Cause I’m mentally rearranging his face
I need a change of pace
Cause the pace I’m working at is dangerous, there’s nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting ’em
Cause that’s where most of my anger is baste
Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanye’s, Jay’s
Wayne’s and the Drake’s, I’m frustrated cause ain’t
No more N’Sync, now I’m all out of whack
I’m all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I’m goin’ all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is
I’m strapped for battles; suck a duck, crawl out the back, it’s a bar fight
Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools
Flying through the air and bottles breaking, mirrors also
And I ain’t stoppin’ ’til the swear jar’s full
You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah, Marshall
(Palin) Oh, my bad, slut
And next time I show up in court I’ll be naked and just wear a lawsuit
Judge be like “that’s sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you
Smart-ass, you lucky I don’t tear it off you
And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker
You so fucking gravy, Marshall I should start calling you au jus
Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo”
Evil twin, take this beat now, it’s all you
I believe people can change, but only for the worse
I could’ve changed the world if it wasn’t for this verse
So Satanic, K-Mart chains panic, cause they can’t even spin back
The curse words, cause they’re worse when they’re reversed, motherfucker
[Shit, motherfucker] (rape your mother, kill your parents)
And these kids are like parrots, they run around the house just like terrorists
Screamin’, “fuck, shit, fuck”
Adult with a childish-like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out I was like “merits, fuck that”
I’d rather be loud and I like swearing
From the first album even the gals were like “tight lyrics, dreamy eyes”
But my fuckin’ mouth was nightmare-ish
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And the opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim
Through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition
Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who’s bored of his lines
And that sort of defines where I’m at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies

There’s darkness closing in, here it comes again
It controls my pen, that ain’t me, it’s my evil twin
(I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
He’s just a friend who pops up now and again
So don’t blame me, blame him, my evil twin
(I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)

Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time

[Verse 2]
So who’s left, Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
Nah, F with Christina, I ain’t fucking with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker
Than strep with the fever, get the cloriseptic, Excedrin, Aleve
Or Extra Strength Tylenol 3’s, feel like I’m burning to death
But I’m freezing bed ridden and destined to never leave the
Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
My suicide notes, barely legible read the, bottom
It’s signed by the Joker, Lorena said I never can leave her
She’d sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit bitch, give up my dick for pussy
I’d be Jerry Mathers, I’d ever left it at beaver
Get them titties cut off tryna mess with the cleaver
Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus
Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden, it was definitely
My destiny when on the steps, I met DeShaun
At Osborn, I’d never make it to sophomore
I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes
Trying to get props for ’em, cause I took book-smarts and swapped for ’em
They was sleepin’, I made ’em stop snorin’
Made them break out the popcorn
Now I’ve been hip-hop in it’s tip-top form
Since N.W.A was blaring through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screaming “fuck the police” like cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn
Fuck top five, bitch, I’m top four
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore, and I got an Evil Twin
So who the fuck do you think that third and that fourth spot’s for
And as crazy as I am I’m much tamer than him
And I’m nuts, then again who the fuck wants a plain Eminem
But no one’s insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin
Evil Twin, please come in, what was your name again
Hi, faggot; look who’s back with a crab up his ass
Like a lobster crawled up there, two rabbits, a koala bear
And a ball of hair, and you’re all aware I don’t got it all upstairs
Guess that’s why I’m an addict and it’s just small up there
Peace to Whitney, geez just hit me
That I should call the looney police to come get me
Cause I’m so sick of bein’ the truth, I wish someone finally admit me
Into a mental hospital with Britney
Oh LMFAO, no way, ho
Jose Baez couldn’t beat this rap, OJ no
Hooray, I’m off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho
Hey ho, I sound like I’m trying to sing
The fucking chorus to Hip Hop Hooray
No I’m hollering you got bottom-end like an 808
And a bass whether we’re fucking off that instead of your face, so
Let your low end raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho
Slow dancing or bowling
You trying to hold hands with your homie
What, you think I’m looking for romance cause I’m lonely
Change that tune, you ain’t got remote chance to control me
Ho, I’m only vulnerable when I got a bo-ner
Superman try to fuck me over, it won’t hurt
Don’t try to fix me, I’m broke so I don’t work
So are you, but you’re broke cause you don’t work
But all bullshit aside I hit a stride
Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed
As it used to be when I first introduced y’all to my skittish side
And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
Cause we are the same, bitch

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