I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God - Eminem

I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp
On the fact I've sacrificed everything I have
I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at
This is whack, this is more than I ever coulda asked
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It's like the boy in the bubble who never could adapt
I'm trapped, if I could go back I never would've rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level-head intact

They took away my right to bear arms
What I'm 'posed to fight with, bare palms?
Yeah right, they're comin' with bombs, I'm comin' with flare guns

Oh, no. Not me, not Marshall. You want to see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall!
I tried to show you art, but you just pick it apart