You find me offensive? I find you offensive, for finding me offensive - Eminem

With every artist comes the image he portrays and the picture that he paints

Music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothing
To being able to have any fucking thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anybody whose ever been through shit in their lives
So they just sit up and cry at night wishin' they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fucking shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs!

But you can't just stand there and try to judge
It hurts but your jealousy probably tears you up inside as much
And it's such a pleasure every button that I touch
I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust