Life by Marshall Mathers
What is life
Life is like a big obstacle
Put in front of your optical to slow you down
And everytime you think you gotten past it
It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the d**n ground
What are friends
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies with secret indentities
And disguises to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat
When you ain't lookin
What is money
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always down
What is life
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing a*s snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini thins
I'm tired of this DJ playing YOUR ****when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal
With the bulls**t without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar
For gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of mother****ers spraying ****and dartin off
I'm tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wanders why I'm smartin off
I'm tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a millionaire
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a d**n brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my d**k
Without a condom on while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough a*s for the whole world to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in
If I did have it on
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of ****ing the same blonde w***e after work
In the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same d**n Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying
They're tired of hearing me rap about d**gs
Tired of other rappers who
Ain't bringin half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me on Nobody's As I'll As Me
I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of J L B saying Where Hip Hop Lives
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a d**n brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my d**k
Without a condom on while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough a*s for the whole world to kiss
You know what I'm saying
I'm tired of all of this bulls**t
Telling me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive
When I don't see ****positive
Know what I'm sayin
I rap about ****around me ****I see
Know what I'm sayin Right now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay you know what I'm sayin
But ey it's cool though you know what I'm sayin
Just fed up
That's my word
