Backs to the wall, Im stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah cause Im talking a lot of shit but Im backing it all up
But in my head theres a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished; I am your lack of a conscience
Im the ringing in your ears
Im the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
Im your time thats almost up that you havent acknowledged
Grab for some water but Im that pill thats too jagged to swallow
Im the bullies you hate, that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult
That, with the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything, you take for granted
Cause Marshall Mathers the rappers persona's half a facade
And Matthew and Stans just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had 'till its 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
Im the hindsight to say, I told you so
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
Im the future thats here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you dont stop after they call you the
Biggest laughing stock of rap who cant call it quits
When its time to walk away, Im every guilt trip
The baggage you had, but as you gather up all your possessions
If there's anything you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact then dont bother
So before you rest your case
Better make sure youre packin' a wallop
So one last time, Im back
Before it fades into black and its all over
Behold the final chapter in the 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 pick up where the last Mathers left off..
