Lyrics CANCELATION FAILED - Notebook.

I know that they′ll come for me
I know that they'll come for me
I hope that they come for me
I can′t wait

Lately, my mind is fried from the substance-abuse
Cause I'm baked like a pie that's laced. I′m a slave to the highs I find
Maybe the hyperdrive is the bipolar. My alter-ego′s
Parading and saying "HI!" over and over like Shady in '99
What can you do? My chain is cut and I′m loose and not sober
Two lil' blue pills, then I shock culture
Too real. Blue steel. Man, it′s not over
Religious figures say I'm demonic; reakin′ of hot sulfur
Devil Spawn or a headless zombie
I took Metatron's Cube and then smoked it out of a pressure bong
Disrespectful Megastar. I'm forever raw
They′ll attempt to exorcise me until the stench is gone
You collect crystals? Fuck the Spiritual bullshit
I get pistols with full clips; extended, too
I shoot and none of it′s accidental. I'll gun-butt and smash your head
Through the back of your Maxima window; crashing your rental

I know that they′ll come for me
I know that they'll come for me
I hope that they come for me
I can′t wait. I can't wait

One day, I′m up. One day, I'm down
I'm sick of riding this merry-go-round
I′m not amused. I′m not a clown
It's best to think twice before playin′ around
With me. Uh. With me
Uh. Let me be. I'ma need
A couple seconds to breathe.
Woosah, woosah
Man, I′m dumb off. Cancel me and I'm letting my gun off

Cancel Culture, I′m an animal and a vulture
I'll wake you up with a double-shot that's not like a can of Folger′s
BOP BOP. Idiots from Twitter and Insta stay hidden
While stampin′ and prancin'. These imbeciles ramble and can′t live
Shouting opinions with no consequences, but dance when the hand lifts
Clamped on the damn grip; like they don't remember the stance that they branded
If you′re memory's bad, then I′ll lift up your scalp with a scalpal
And dig through your amygdala and hippocampus
I don't give a damn. I'm outlandish - writing names down
Cause I′ll be out front, inside a van at your campus
Soon as classes switch, I put on my glasses. Which one of these bastards is it?
Grab him, cover his mouth, then crack him over the head with this glass. I′m sippin' Jack
Drag this bitch to the back, spit on his jacket
Smack him repeatedly so he′s awake to feel this ass-kickin' happen
That′s for trash-talkin' in tweets and never walkin′ the streets to catch a reaction
That's for bashin' Em. I′m not a Stan, but I grew up on rap lyrics
That had no censor, so to ban the shit is
Fucking absurd. You little brats are senseless
Actin′ like it's for Social Justice, but know it′s just because you lack attention
Bad attempts at eradicating things without any facts
A bunch of sensitive adolescents. I'm that offended
Love the Way You Lie is a favorite
The Marshall Mathers LP is a classic to everyone from my generation
You would cancel me, too, if you had the chance to try ta
But, they′ll never find ya. That's for Aunt Jemima

One day, I′m up. One day, I'm down
I'm sick of riding this merry-go-round
I′m not amused. I′m not a clown
It's best to think twice before playin′ around
With me. Uh. With me
Uh. Let me be. I'ma need
A couple seconds to breathe
Woosah, woosah
Man, I′m dumb off. Cancel me and I'm letting my gun off

I know that they′ll come for me
I know that they'll come for me
I hope that they come for me
I can't wait. I can′t wait