[Intro]
You n***as had y'all time at the top

[Verse 1]
Disassociating threes in the building
How they leave as we flee the scene
Brief apparition of my agenda, I'm just being me
Prayers in the seed to an upper being, just free'd the team
On my knees reaching for fireflies, think I know wings
Bitch, I fell in love with Lil Meeky
Off the amphetamines, ain't have alot
In fact she was happy, I wouldn’t sell her dreams
Now I'm sellin' things, with the stamp on it
Teflon wrapper, closed hamper, puttin' tax on it
Hated on for my inevitable success, still
Dealin' with the devil I only know as myself
In the mirror, I see God and that only God is myself
Prayers answerd, closed caption, Mr. Mathers no distraction
In the kitchen, no whippin', straight drop is manufactured
For the few who choose to be un-recreative with a habit
I'm recreative with a habit as I resorted to dog food
Discombobulation, whichever way that you call it

[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Good-hearted and prone to fuck up, my family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me (Mathers)
Hate to say it, sometimes, I wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit (Mathers)
Stood strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home (Mathers)
Made believers out of men as I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of Rolling Stone (Mathers)
(Sometimes, I feel like Marshall Mathers)
[Verse 2]
This goes out to those out there who hate to be alive
Searching for placement is being taken by surprise
Besides, its hard tryna always find the fun in they jokes
Always endin' up the butt of they jokes
Contemplation of it ending with this pistol to my temple
Thinkin' if I pull this trigger will this semi take my misery away
Or would I just be killin' me in vain
Relationship estranged, shorty asking how I deal with it everyday
Magazine filled, single mission or army
Up in the Benz with a mini and rip the arm of a target
Two time is talkin', one coughin'; the coffin called ya
Powdered sugar up in ya Café au lait, I could coffee call ya
I'm in the Boston Market where n***as beefin' from both sides
Detroits fine, searchin' for a line, all the dope dry
Talented, ghetto n***as lookin' for work
Conviction facing, most'll go and get it out on the curb, absurd

[Chorus]
Good-hearted and prone to fuck up, my family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me (Mathers)
Hate to say it, sometimes, I wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit (Mathers)
Stood strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home (Mathers)
Made believers out of men as I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of Rolling Stone (Mathers)
(Sometimes, I feel like Marshall Mathers)
(Sometimes, I feel like Marshall Mathers)