The Good the Bad and the Ugly Ringtone - The Theme Tune Kids

I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you invent

I’m the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in

I’m your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen

Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin

No, it’s hopeless, I’m the denial that you’re hopelessly in

When they say all of this is approaching its end

But you refuse to believe that it’s over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds

Toilets clogged, yeah, cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up

But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollas

After the track is demolished;

I am your lack of a conscience

I’m the ringing in your ears

I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils

Eating your vocal chords after your concerts

I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged

Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow

I’m the bullies you hate, that you became

With every faggot you slaughtered

Coming back on you, every woman you insult

That, with the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters

I represent everything, you take for granted

‘Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper’s persona’s half a facade

And Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic

Of you not knowing what you had 'till it’s gone

‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam

No more fans that are calling your name, cameras are off

Sad, but it happens to all of them

I’m the hindsight to say, «I told you so!»

Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow

I’m the future that’s here to show you what happens tomorrow

If you don’t stop after they call you the

Biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits

When it’s time to walk away, I’m every guilt trip

The baggage you had, but as you gather up all your possessions

If there’s anything you have left to say

Unless it makes an impact then don’t bother

So before you rest your case

Better make sure you’re packing a wallop

So one last time, I’m back

Before it fades into black and it’s all over

Behold the final chapter in the saga

Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle

Twice the magic that started it all

Tragic portrait of an artist tortured

Trapped in his own drawings

Tap into thoughts

Blacker and darker than anything imaginable

Here goes a wild stab in the dark

As we pick up the last Mathers left off