NOTE: Try it in EMINEM style
I'm neither a saint nor a sinner
Life ain't a race, cry or die there's no winner
It's not up to you to judge
And turn my life around with a nudge
For, fucker, I won't budge
Fuck't all I hold no grudge
With the dead and the dreaded filling the trench
Through which I numbly bloody trudge
Lying down, I see her chasm,
She said, "You're a fucking king of giving orgasm"
Years pass before I get the sarcasm
I was green and believed I was awesome
I give no fuck no more
Baby, really
Of course, literally
Upon conquering it all, why do I feel empty
Broken, am I, like the fallen Humpty-Dumpty
Oh, no King nor his men on knee,
Come running to help the broken me
I'm the tornado that brings destruction
Tearing open everything that's an emotional obstruction
Calm and quiet at the centre,
That's where I find my shelter
To escape from all the helter-skelter
You may beat me up, black and blue,
Though my heart's broken, I won't beg you for glue
Exhausted, I lie down on a ground a little higher,
Turns out that's a pyre, and you set it on a fire
With a dry voice I challenge your manhood
Command you to pile upon me more wood
Disbelief and anger replaces your gay mood
Drains out the blood under your black hood
You can't kill the dead
Run away before you lose your head
I live my life a'mocking,
a'joking,
a'knocking,
a'breaking,
a'smacking,
a'whacking,
a'hacking,
a'choking,
a'shaking,
a'making y'all a'shocking,
a'waking up from this nightmare
Stripping you down
Ripping you open like a gown
Let there be no error
I'll fill you up with sheer terror
I'll close you up neatly with a stitch
Upon which you'll find no glitch,
Oh, rest assured, you'll find no itch
For that's the least of your worries. Bitch,
I'm neither a saint nor a sinner
Life ain't a race, cry or die there's no winner
For, fucker, I won't budge
Fuck't all I hold no grudge
You can't kill the dead
Run away before you lose your head
I have put the reaper to bed
Now shut the fuck up for he's sleeping like a lead
I'm neither a saint nor a sinner
Life ain't a race, cry or die there's no winner
It's not up to you to judge
And turn my life around with a nudge
For, fucker, I won't budge
Fuck't all I hold no grudge
With the dead and the dreaded filling the trench
Through which I numbly bloody trudge
Lying down, I see her chasm,
She said, "You're a fucking king of giving orgasm"
Years pass before I get the sarcasm
I was green and believed I was awesome
I give no fuck no more
Baby, really
Of course, literally
Upon conquering it all, why do I feel empty
Broken, am I, like the fallen Humpty-Dumpty
Oh, no King nor his men on knee,
Come running to help the broken me
I'm the tornado that brings destruction
Tearing open everything that's an emotional obstruction
Calm and quiet at the centre,
That's where I find my shelter
To escape from all the helter-skelter
You may beat me up, black and blue,
Though my heart's broken, I won't beg you for glue
Exhausted, I lie down on a ground a little higher,
Turns out that's a pyre, and you set it on a fire
With a dry voice I challenge your manhood
Command you to pile upon me more wood
Disbelief and anger replaces your gay mood
Drains out the blood under your black hood
You can't kill the dead
Run away before you lose your head
I live my life a'mocking,
a'joking,
a'knocking,
a'breaking,
a'smacking,
a'whacking,
a'hacking,
a'choking,
a'shaking,
a'making y'all a'shocking,
a'waking up from this nightmare
Stripping you down
Ripping you open like a gown
Let there be no error
I'll fill you up with sheer terror
I'll close you up neatly with a stitch
Upon which you'll find no glitch,
Oh, rest assured, you'll find no itch
For that's the least of your worries. Bitch,
I'm neither a saint nor a sinner
Life ain't a race, cry or die there's no winner
For, fucker, I won't budge
Fuck't all I hold no grudge
You can't kill the dead
Run away before you lose your head
I have put the reaper to bed
Now shut the fuck up for he's sleeping like a lead
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