Day 152/365

so i listened to the rhyming of that "fatherfuckin' faggot"
and i know that he's a pansy 'cause the way he fuckin' rags it
so i wrote about his joint and told my friends of my opinions
and i got a lot of thumbs up from the peeps i call my minions
'cept this one who didn't get it and she told us all to shove it
since he can't be nice to women or to gays we shouldn't love it
and my friends just called her tight-ass and they told her to relax
he's a poet and he knows it, he's an artist layin' tracks
but she said it's inexcusable to play into his games
makin' money off of hatred, callin' women nasty names
if some jesus freak was spoutin' 'bout leviticus and shit
we'd be all up in his bidnaz, tellin' him he's not legit

When you walked through the door, it was clear to me
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see
You’re a… rock star, everybody wants you
Player… who could really blame you
We're the ones who made you

i must admit she's got a point although she don't persuade so well
but there's a difference from an m&m who's got some tales to tell
it's no excuse, but he explains his words by talkin' 'bout his life
how his mother fed him so much drugs he's lucky he survived
how his step dad made him do things that no kid should have to bear
even the baby sitter made him strip and touched him way down there
it'll fuck a punk-ass boy up, make him choose the easy mark
all the faggots made him hate his life and pressed him into dark
days of drugs and alcohol and pills he swallowed by the score
didn't fill up all his emptiness and so he needed more
until he nearly blew his brains out, when he didn't, wished he had
once slim shady's gone, he thought, the world will all be fuckin' glad

When you walked through the door, it was clear to me
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see
You’re a… rock star, everybody wants you
Player… who could really blame you
We're the ones who made you

and I think the main idea is that his reasons are legit
and his demons all were real to him; it's fucked up, he admits
not like some old preacher on the street or on the CNN
tellin' folks who don't know better men should never lie with men
and he skips all of the stuff about a man can kill his wife
if he find she doesn't have a cherry on their wedding night
and what about the stuff that says we shouldn't touch the shrimp
(jesus wore a crown of thorns for us, and not a lobster bib)
if you cannot see the altar, then the church you can't go into
but your daughter can be sold a slave because the price is so true
all the laws from the old testament that sound like all the ravings
of a sociopathic maniac whose anger he's been saving

When you walked through the door, it was clear to me
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see
You’re a… rock star, everybody wants you
Player… who could really blame you
We're the ones who made you

look, my point is all those pious shits who preach their shitty bull
base it on a book of urban myths, which grabs your legs and pulls
like a monster of spaghetti that can fly into the church
you best obey your noodly master and ignore all the research
darwin might as well have horns and tail for thinkin' evolution
even though the brains of naysayers are simply lilliputian
none of us are perfect, that you've heard a million times
so forgive me if i listen to a homophobe who rhymes
and i find it quite ironic that the people who support him
on my friends list are the shorties, not just me that's gettin' slim
and the next time that you say i'm disrespecting human rights
better walk a foot in my shoes - 'cause those words will make me fight!


(The interludes are "borrowed" from "We Made You" by Eminem. Samples not cleared.)


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