So I like this poetic rapper, Eminem to be exact
Impressive how he creates gory images in stories track after track
A psycho that screams bloody murder, murmurs sick fantasies, won't let you ask
Questions, got a game of Q/A, from A-Z, rhymes that'll take you to school and back
Mr. Mathers' homework assignemts might be too tough to handle, words will take you aback
Not some rich guy from Detroit, Its shady,damn, yes he can deliver like a UPS man
Police lines are crossed, realistic limitations
He can deliver a punchline without hesitation
Calls himself the anti-Christ, established this persona of slim
Swears easy as singing a lullaby, stinging profanities come quickly to him
When I saw his art, pencil drawings, pen scibblings , Didn't know he could draw?
precision in rough sketches sparked envy in me, but overall inspired awe
Inspired me, serious with music, relaxes with pencils and thick bristol paper
Already paints pictures, could paint a day in the park in a freestyle to impress her
The lonely artist, apprentice, learning skills each hour, I'm that aspiring girl
I can lean back, nod in time to the beats and singsong rhymes without a care in the world
He paints, strains, could conjure up cartoon images with more classic material than mickey mouse
He's not this god, has more flip-flops than a suburban girl in summer, but honestly, could out-rehab Amy Winehouse
Recovering drug addict, yeah, great role model, kid,and raps with too much mysogyny
If he raps about killing women and bitches, I'm still a woman who loves the man, his wordplay doesn't concern me
I could go deaf just listening to the same song with a cheerful message of 'fuck them'
yet
When i come back from Truman-show reality, I'm still gonna love Eminem
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