Since Age Twelve, I've Felt Like I'm

Slim Shady: Hotter Then A Set Of Twin Babies In A Mercedes Benz, With The Windows Up When The Temp Goes Up To The Mid 80's.

There Was A While When I Was Feeling Like, 'damn, If I'd Just Been Born Black, I Would Not Have To Go Through All This'.

Now That I Understand That I'm An Addict, I Definitely Have Compassion For My Mother. I Get It.

I Have A Slight Bit Of Ocd, I Think. I'm Not Walking Around Flipping Light Switches. But When I Say I'm Going To Do Something, I Have To Do It.

I Had Too Much Nyquil And Vivarin Again. Lost My Stomach All Over The Place.