Guilty Conscience 2

Welp, we did it now

I know, right?

It's beautiful, ain't it?

Yeah, you happy now, bitch?

Yep

Alright, you got what you wanted

Yeah, what?

Let me go

Ha, never

Why does it feel like I'm always being tortured?

The bad apple spoils the whole orchard

Used to read comic books to learn more words

'Cause deep down, I'm a dork, just a core nerd

Meaning nerd to the core 'til I'm cornered

Then I'm the coroner

What shot is this? First, second, it's your third

Vision is more blurred, speech is more slurred

Can't even form words

It's like a dream up inside of a dream I'm trapped in

It's worse than I could've imagined, it's madness

Can't wake up, try my damnedest

But old habits are coming back

And now transgenders attack us frontwards and backwards

They laughin', throw midgets at us (ha)

This ain't no dream now, huh?

See what I mean now?

You see how they tryna make me out to be

Some kind of mean vile obscene, foul prick?

I kick one freestyle 'bout beating down a special

Needs child and these people freak out (Timmy)

Told you we'd get slaughtered for sayin', "Retarded"

Aw, Marshall's gaining a conscience (fuck you)

This may come as a shock or have you astonished, regardless

Here's the thing 'bout retarded people (what?)

They don't fucking know they're retarded

Well, okay, you wanna fat shame

Bitch, two can play that game (what?)

You wanna judge people? (Yeah)

Matter of fact

Ain't you the same one who hated bullies calling you bad names? (Yep)

Then you turned around and did the exact same (so?)

Just immature and literally, you're still mentally 13

And still thirsty for some controversy

You still picking on Christopher Reeves

Yeah, but you're me and we're a team

So that means, we're in cahoots

That's conspiracy to commit murder lyrically

So clearly, you're the accessory like jewelry

You ain't the judge or the jury, you're just as guilty

You rip on paraplegics, man, seriously?

Oh, bitch, it's a joke

No, it's not, it's embarrassing (what?)

Like David Carradine found with a pair of jeans

At his ankles and belt 'round his larynx

I know, it's a scary scene

They're coming with everything

Little people are trolling me (ha)

They saying they've had it (what?) Up to here with me

Oh, hilarity (come on)

Nah, do your thing

Fuck deaf people, yeah

Well, between me and you

I think they've had it up to here with me too (what the fuck?)

Sorry, I'm not perfect as you, Marshall

Punching down on little people (yeah)

Not cool (whoops)

You just sound like a dick

Wait, nah, fool (what?)

When I say, "Fuck midgets," I mean Ja Rule (oh)

And I know that Chris Reeves song was recorded in 2004 for Encore (yeah)

Fuck'd you take it off for?

'Cause he die

Man, that motherfucker did that bullshit on purpose to ruin the song for us (man)

Man, I never seen a bigger pussy than you

Bitch, look at all the shit the media's puttin' me through (what?)

'Cause of all the fuck shit that you pushed me to do (me?)

Should've knew when I found you

You were just too good to be true (hmm)

That's how we end up in these quagmires

You said you had my back, liar

But I helped you get your stacks higher (yeah)

That's diamond sales like sapphires

Rap buyers, admires pack lines of admirers

Now they say you lack ire

That's why your satire backfires (yeah)

Flat tires, no longer that guy you were prior to this

Yeah, and I scare you 'cause (why?)

I'm who you used to be (who?)

The you who didn't crumble under the scrutiny (wait, what?)

When it was you and me (yeah)

I gave you power to use me as an excuse to be evil (I know)

You created me to say everything

You didn't have the balls to say (yep)

What you were thinking but in a more diabolic way

You fed me pills and a bottle of alcohol a day (okay)

Made me too strong for you and lost control of me (you're right)

I took over you totally

You were socially awkward 'til you molded me (yeah)

You was a loner, a nobody

'Cause of me, you didn't take shit from nobody

Now look at you (what?)

Now you just a punk (man), little scaredy-cat (word)

Got you shook like Shakira's ass (yeah)

To look at your reflection staring back

Bitch (uh-huh), it's just a mirror, relax

Man, you're so full of shit, you need MiraLAX

Open your mouth and shit flies out, just lies

You thinkin' you can rip my ass, undo these zipties

You can just undo my feet and keep my hands tied

'Cause like an avalanche, I'd still win by a landside

Oh, you think so, bitch? Yeah, I know so

Okay, your hands and feet, I let 'em both go

Yeah, fuck now, ho, give me that gun, no, don't

Rear naked choke hold, let me go, yo

Here, take it, bozo (yeah)

Queer bait, you homo (you ready?)

No, don't shoot (here we go)

Bro, no, no

Now say you're sorry and you didn't mean any of it

I'm sorry Marshall's a pussy

He's Dre and Jimmy's puppet (what?)

Sorry he gives a fuck, but pretends he doesn't

God, you piece of shit, that does it (uh-oh, wait)

Yeah, bitch, this is for him (what?)

Christopher, MGK, Nick, and for Limp Bizkit and them

Midgets and Ben' (man, please) 'Zino, in addition to him

Will Smith and to Canibus, if you're listening

This is the end (okay, okay, I'll stop)

So to Jamar and Ja Rule and to all my feuds including ma (what?)

I'm welcoming you to my (no, no)

Last hoorah, I bid you goodbye (come on, man, don't do this)

Murder suicide killshot, booyaka, cocksucker

Coup de grâce, motherfucker

Oh, whoa, what the fuck?

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Yeah?

Paul

You're not gonna fucking believe this, bro

I had this dream, it was fucking crazy

It was like, the old me came back and the new me

And took over my brain and had me saying all this fucked up shit

About little people and Caitlyn Jenner and

PC police were chasing me

And fucking Gen Z was tryna kill me

And quadriplegics and Christopher Reeves

And I was saying all this fucked up shit

And I couldn't stop saying it

And then I wake, and it was like I was still dreaming

Fuck you

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