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I own a mansion | But live in a house | A king-size bed, but
I own a mansion But live in a house A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch I'm Mr. Brightside Glass is half full But my tank's half empty Gasket just blew This always happens Thirty minutes from home Gotta lay a log cabin Only option I have is McDonald's bathroom In a public stall droppin' a football So every time someone walks in the john, I get Madden "Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crappin' And you're askin' for my goddamn autograph on a napkin? Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue Yeah, hand me that, on second thought, I'd be glad then "Thanks, dawg! Name's Todd, a big fan" I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad, threw it back and Told him, "Todd, you're the shit" When's all of this crap end? Can't pump my gas without causin' an accident Pump my gas, cut my grass I can't take out the fuckin' trash without Someone passin' through my sub, harassin' I'd count my blessin's, but I suck at math I'd rather wallow then bask, sufferin' from succotash But the antacid Gives my stomach gas When I mix my corn with my fuckin' mash Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass Missouri southern roots What the fuck is upper-class? Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the ass Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that? B-Boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass Maybe that's why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still won't change Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me And (life's been good to me so far) They call me classless, I heard that I second and third that Don't know what the fuck I'd be doin' if it weren't rap Probably be a giant turd-sack But I blew, never turned back Turned forty and still sag Teenagers act more fuckin' mature, Jack Fuck you gonna say to me? I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm goin' berserk My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has I get to meet famous people Look at her, dag Her nylons are ran, her skirt's snagged And I heard she drag-races *burp* swag Tuck in my Hanes shirt tag You're Danica Patrick (Yeah?) word, skag We'd be the perfect match 'Cause you're a vacuum I'm a dirtbag My apologies No disrespect to technology But what the heck is all of these buttons? You expect me to sit here and learn that? Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda? Be an expert at computers? I'd rather be an Encyclopedia Britannica Hell with PlayStation I'm still on my first man on some Zelda Nintendo, bitch! Run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread Make a sandwich with Welch's and belch They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but I think there's more white trash from the trailer Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford, and welfare Mentality helps to Keep me grounded That's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I Managed to dwell within these parameters Still crammin' the shelves full of Hamburger Helper I can't even help it This is the hand I was dealt, a Creature of habit Feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter With all these pet peeves Goddammit to hell I can't stand All these kids With their camera cellphones I can't go anywhere I get so mad I could yell, the Other day, someone got all elaborate And stuck a head from a fuckin' dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King They spit on my onion rings I think my karma's catchin' up with me Maybe that's why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still won't change Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me And (life's been good to me so far) Got friends on Facebook All over the world Not sure what that means They tell me it's good So I'm artist of the decade I even got a plaque I'd hang it up, but The frame is all cracked I'm tryna be low-key Hopefully nobody notices me In produce, hunched over, giant nosebleed, ogre Style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me Embarrassed, I just did Comerica With Hova, the show's over I'm hidin' in Kroger buyin' groceries He just had front row seats Told me to sign this poster, then insults me "Wow, up close, didn't know you had crow's feet!" I'm at a crossroad, lost, still shoppin' at Costco Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles Got caught pickin' my nose, ah! Look over, see these two hot hoes Finger's still up in one of my nostrils Right next to 'em Stuck at the light The fuckin' shit's takin' forever to change, It's stuck These bitches are lovin' it, rubbin' it in, chucklin' Couldn't do nothin', play it off "What you bumpin'? Trunk Muzik?" "Yelawolf's better," fuckin' bitch They want me to flip at the label But I won't succumb to it The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one After Recovery was so highly coveted But what good is a fuckin' recovery if I fumble it? 'Cause I'ma drop the ball if I don't get a grip Hoppin' out shrubbery on you sons of bitches Wrong subdivision to fuck with, bitch Quit snappin' fuckin' pictures of my kids I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity The shit I complain about It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky, and it's rainin' out Kool-Aid stain on the couch I'll never get it out Bitch, I got an elevator in my house Ants and a mouse, I'm livin' the dream Maybe that's why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still won't change Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me And (life's been good to me so far)
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