The Bad, The Sad And The Hated (feat. Lil Wayne)

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man (When Eminem created Slim Shady)

To be the sad man (And began to explor his dark side alter ego in his lyrics)

Behind the lies (DJ Cinima)

No one knows what it's like to be hated (He really started to connect with people across the world)

To be faded (But the violence, rape, and murder in his lyrics)

To telling lonely lies (Have outraged just as many people as the won over)

(Mardi Gras)

[Slim Shady:]

There's a certain mystic when I speak

That you notice that's sorda unique cause it's me

My poetry's deep and I'm still manic

The way I flow to this beat

You can't sit still

It's like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep

I'm strapped just knowin any minute I could snap

I'm the equivalent of what would happen if

Bush raped out all of these rappers so bad lyrically

It ain't even funny I ain't even hungry

It ain't even money you can't pay me enough

You to play me

It's cock-a-mani you just ain't zany enough

To rock with shady

My noodle's cock-a-doodle

My clock's coo-coo

I got screws loose

Yeah the whole kit and caboodle

I'm just brutal

It's no rumor I'm numeral uno

The sue me

There's no humor in it no more

You know I'm rollin' with a swollen bollin' ball in my bag

You need fag to come a tear a new whole in my ass

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind the lies

No one knows what it's like to be hated

To be faded

To telling lonely lies

[Lil' Wayne:]

I ain't never kill nobody I promise

An I promise if you try me

You gonna hafta to rewind this track

And make me go back

To think I go lack

An boy you lay flat so flat

Dat act is wat I perform amongst you haters

Got nina in my palm an I masturbatin

Black peater pan fly till I die

Wat u sayin Bathe in ape

Eve saint eveie so what I stay an got me feelin

Like scareface like the cohiba

Streets reply I look great in a four seater

You know I b.I. get right in the four seater

Top floor of the four seasons

For the whores

An they all know how to cook it up

An look I got some and only one know how bag

Bitch bundle up

See it's a cold world so homie bundle up

Clean on his grind an from that an get your hustle up

No one knows what it's like (I know that you put a lotta pain in your music)

To be the bad man

To be the sad man (Some of it comes from def jam)

Behind the lies (bein frustratin with other niggas)

No one knows what it's like to be hated (Some of it comes from my chick pissin me the fuck off)

To telling lonely lies (I'm feelin a lotta pain)

(Mardi Gras)

[Joe Budden:]

I'm dealing with some shit homie

It's in the back of my head

An it's some shit homie but I just rap it instead

See I got wolverines bones in me but

The whole worlds throwin stones at me

Like they all got a bone with me

Got a childs mother and I hater to death

But that's my childs mother so that's my

Mate to the death it's wack how I love her for

For putting little me here

And me and her could be forever

She gonna stil be there

An it's a mother niggas

I judge the character wrong but

They some other niggas

Now let's get back to the song

I gotta jer crowded em'

That I telling to cause I gotta enough problems

An my solution is to stuff?

But if something goes wrong with dat

Den it's back to peicie p and so long with rap

See I'm depressed lately

But nobody understands

That I'm depressed lately

I'm sorta feeling repressed lately

So ya'll been hearin and seein me less lately

Like does anyone notice the recess lately

Look deep nigga don't I seem stressed lately

Seem disturbed lotta regrets lately

Yeah

No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do

An I blame you

No one fights back as hard on their anger

None of my pain in the world

Can show through