Something's been eating me up It's 4 in the morning my eyes should be shut Is it cold where you're sleeping, Do you keep on wishing that someday I might
this house And I cant quite decide what to do with the life I am leading Please forgive me For all of the sins Please come wash my hands clean Catch
be Right now Can I have your time To tell you about my strengths I can help you if you'd like Sometimes we need someone To hold our hands up and let
your worries Dear I must confess, I worry sometimes too Get a chance take a break from this I wanna see you happy If you're willing I'll come with you
split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
a south bound trucker Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts Mother fuckers take a loss And when you step with your anger I'm like the robot from lost in
! Mr. Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey hey hey) Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey
[Robot voice] U-S-H-E-R (Usher) Oh no no no no no [Robot voice] U-S-H-E-R (Usher) Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah C'mon C'mon [Robot voice] 1-2-3 Check
even rhyme right with dust flows, robotic movement, and blurry eyesights What you want I already got and that's control, I keep my head high, hand pon
done time) detroit what ??? its trick trick (yeah) and motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa) (what) gettin back yoa! get your moterfuckin hands up we been the killas with
then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time
And I dont have a drinking problem I drink, talk shit, fall down no problem When i drink its a problem, cause I cause problems Cold hearted, man I'm so robotic
tracks, Slave ship gullies, acres of tombstones. If you look closer, you'll notice That this fabric has been carefully blended With an advanced new age polymer (oh man
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam Dancin' with
black glass jar With all the rest Of the competition Pack rhymes with precision Eliminating adversaries And all of our divisions are cuttin like an incision While other suckers is missin With
of themselves Like the now company book In the epilogue, the company man Takes his company life with his company hands In his revelation he decrees Extinction of faceless robots