Career (song)

I never thought I get where I'm at.
Never would've thought I would be here like that.
Now I am having fun writing for my fans,
I'm glad my fans finally understand,
That ever Chaos every now and then needs a hand.
Even when I hit the border line, I can land,
On the ground. On my own platform,
Landing single or in a sworm.
I dont know how to thank all who inspired,
Me to get Marshall Mathers expired,
And make him quit-Get fired.
So I can have his job and be hired.
I think m&m's mad. His car was hot wired.
Now he's all fired up and mad,
And I say, thats just to damn bad.
Get over it newbie, it's time to me,
To make the decision and I dissagree.
Guess you be! You'll still be Slim Shady,
But you work for me. See how much $$ you give me?

Thank you for makin my dream reality,
I guess rap comes to me naturally.
I write about alot of things. Here.
Take this one. It's about my Career.

Verse two is thankin Eminem and not dissin em,
Marshall, me and you are better than them.
You inspired me to start my own band,
And you helped too! You gave me a hand.
Just a note Marshall, you're my idle,
And I know if we duo a song, it'll stay for a while.
Guys, whoevers reading, you know this's freestyle.
Freestyle is my entire profile. Thats it. Freeverse
No need to write down songs. No need to rehearse.
I dont ever see either other in a dissagree.
Cause I'm me, and I have your raps in me.
Thats how I am. A metomorph,
Killin like a villian out on bulavard's fourth,
Back road. Skipped the first and third,
Until the fourth was thought of and heard.
When we discovered it, we made it our land,
And in order to enter, m&m must be your understand-.
ing of an inspiration. I will end this verse by sayin man,
Slim! My favorite songs of yours are Mockingbird and Stan!

Thank you for makin my dream reality,
I guess rap comes to me naturally.
I write about alot of things. Here.
Take this one. It's about my Career.

Last verse, I dedicate to my fans,
For makin me into a real man.
Without you I would have quit,
Rap. Just would've let it forget,
And acted if I didnt give a sh*t.
But I am still goin,
My rap juices still flowin.
At the same time, rap words growin,
And some of my lyrics stolen.
But its ok. I really dont care.
My fans are what keep me on my dare.
If rap could turn into gore,
My fans could not recieve more.
Because what I write is about everyday,
In my life. They all are here to say,
You can rap. Just dont try. Yoiu may,
Be better than me if you wanted to be,
But for now, the best is still me.

Thank you for makin my dream reality,
I guess rap comes to me naturally.
I write about alot of things. Here.
Take this one. It's about my Career.

Last verse, lets not go rehearse! Lets wing with the king!
So we can finally be good at this rap thing.
I have just started rap a few months ago,
Did I think I could rap? No. But now look at me,
And tell me just what you see. You see who will be,
The one to rule the rap world and scare 50.
Anyone who is anyone is allowed to request a rap,
Battle with me. But let me tell you asap.
If you can rap, you better type in a snap.
Cause if you dont you'll be like "Holy Crap!"
I'll knock the wind right outta yo chest,
And then let you addmitt I'm the best.
So ya I'm thankful for every fan I get,
And now it just dawned on me. I get it!
People listen to the rhymes I spit,
Because they think I got some good sh*t.
So this is the way to end a song,
This way. Nice and strong. Dobnt do it wrong.

Thank you for makin my dream reality,
I guess rap comes to me naturally.
I write about alot of things. Here.
Take this one. It's about my Career.

--Really fans. Thank you for your support. Much appretiated!--

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