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This page is for all of you out there that wonder why I’m the way I am.
First of all I’d like to say, “How dare you assholes judge me!”
Now that I’ve said that I’ll tell you why I’m the way I am.

Growing up in a family where the parents do nothing but yell at each other does nothing to help a child grow up with the feeling that there’s someone out there for them to love and who will love them back. My entire childhood was spent hoping that my parents would get divorced. Now tell me, how many kids do you know that want something like that to happen to their family? I can’t say I know of any, except for my sister… Because my parents were and still are like this I’m very closed off to love. I fear that I’ll end up just like them. For me it would be great if I could find that one man that will love me unconditionally and be willing to show it.

All my life I’ve never really been able to trust anyone. I’m not really sure why, but I’ll do my damndest to try and explain it. I’ve been let down by so many people, that when someone makes a promise I just don’t believe them. Promises just don’t seem to mean much to some people, I could name names but I don’t want to make the people I’m referring to look like assholes. Then there are some people that come threw on their promises. Those are the ones that know what I think of promises and make sure to fulfill them just to make me smile. So to the guys who’ve kept their promises…. Thank you so very much, I love you!!

Now as for why I’m such a total bitch, it’s easy to explain. I’ve always been a insecure person… And there was always people that loved to feed my insecurities. So the worse I felt about myself the bitchier I would get. It got to the point that even if people were joking about something that I was insecure about I would get pissed and bitch them out. It’s like why do people feel the need to inform me of something I already know? Take for example the new people I meet on the net. They look at my pictures and then inform me that I’m fat and ugly. Well duh, I live with myself I already know that I’m fat and ugly. The funniest part of the whole thing is that they never seem to have pictures of their own, so I wonder if they just feel the need to tell me that I’m ugly to make themselves feel better? Whatever works for them I guess. It’s just sad that they’ve got to diss other people just to feel better about how ugly they are.

Whatever.. // Dre, just let it run // Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit // Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it // Just shut up and listen, aiyyo.. // I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag // of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be // the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth // And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse // And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works // And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve // all this tension dispensin these sentences // Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest // and I rest again peacefully (peacefully).. // but at least have the decency in you // to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out // in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter // to not come and speak to me (speak to me).. // I don't know you and no, // I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing // I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think // I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick // if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty).. // No patience is in me and if you offend me // I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air // I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you // Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit // I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe // I'm tired of all you (of all you).. // I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me // And I am, whatever you say I am // If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? // In the paper, the news everyday I am // Radio won't even play my jam // Cause I am, whatever you say I am // If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? // In the paper, the news everyday I am // I don't know it's just the way I am // Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered // with all of this nonsense it's constant // And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content - // - the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses" // And all of this controversy circles me // and it seems like the media immediately // points a finger at me (finger at me).. // So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie // or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up // when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up // with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too // When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school // and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin // Where were the parents at? // And look where it's at // Middle America, now it's a tragedy // Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty // havin this happenin (this happenin).. // then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way).. // But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire // to burn and it's burnin and I have returned // And I am, whatever you say I am // If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? // In the paper, the news everyday I am // Radio won't even play my jam // Cause I am, whatever you say I am // If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? // In the paper, the news everyday I am // I don't know it's just the way I am // I'm so sick and tired of bein admired // that I wish that I would just die or get fired // and dropped from my label and stop with the fables // I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.." // And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation // to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations // And I just do not got the patience (got the patience).. // to deal with these cocky Caucasians who think // I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk // with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin // the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions).. // What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in // The why, the who what when, the where, and the how // 'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out // cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it // I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit // And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get // But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom // without someone standin by it // No I won't sign your autograph // You can call me an asshole I'm glad // Cause I am, whatever you say I am // If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? // In the paper, the news everyday I am // Radio won't even play my jam // Cause I am, whatever you say I am // If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? // In the paper, the news everyday I am // I don't know it's just the way I am