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Welcome to the art department

It's all psychologic, why am I so maniacal?

am I a psycho or some kind of psychotic shtick?

or am I truly psychotic, or are my molecules just diabolical?

cause biologically, I defy logic

by golly, haul me off on a trolly

Polly want a cracker, I'm back on that wacky tobacco

I'ma step away from crack, Obie smacked the shit outta me

I'm so slap happy, man, snap me back to reality

I'm a walkin' art gallery, a science museum

Elephantiasis of the nuts, you'd probably die if you see 'em

I pull em out, they hit the ground and probably crack the cement

I need an ambulance, I can't just put 'em back in my pants

Obie the person that came up introverted

cause of nervousness, that was solely the only verdict

it was worth it cause he changed, became so observant

serving such of a purpose

if you knew him earlier in his days it's like a different version

so much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain

thats why there's curtains in this murder, if you gettin' worked up

I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers actin' tougher

I had enough of isolating myself in a room

writing poems and songs, doin' the same in school

now look what he became, a fool?

cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you

Living hard, but still Juliard

a god walks in but aint spend a day in the pew

regardless of this, I draw visual pictures when a ***** vents

so welcome to the art department

I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate a saint

Cynic keep em' thinkin its a fuckin gimic when it ain't

Clinically insane, brain is on venus, fuck Uranus

label me a genius, if you ever seen us you would say

He may seem as though he's plain, normal

if you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see

he ain't as mean as what they say

See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say

so he's vague, so they mistake him for just bein' crazed

you part ways, your impression of him changed

you don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him, "peace and thanks"

then you catch him flippin you off, with his pants down

hands around his scrotum, tuckin' his fuckin penis between his legs (aah!)

Eminem и Obie Trice - Emulate – текст

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