Pssst...
You hear that?
That's the sound of your comfort zone dying
That's not feedback — that’s me feedin’ back all the bullshit you pumped into my skull since ‘99

They said
“Marshall, don’t say faggot!.”
So I screamed it louder with a fist full of Vicodin
Then they said, “Don’t talk about violence.”
So I pistol-whipped the silence, stuffed it in the trunk of my conscience and drove off blarin' NWA like a siren

Fuck peace
Fuck filters
Fuck fake woke Twitter-finger killers
I spit hate like a sermon with a slit wrist and a Molotov
Throwin’ bars like bricks through stained-glass synagogues

They said I’m toxic
Well, I’m proud of it — Shady’s madе of chemical warfare
And sarcasm from trailer parks whеre God forgot to answer prayers

You want a safe space?
Go cry in your settings tab
I’m the ghost in the algorithm jerkin’ off to your panic attacks
Parental Advisory slapped on my soul
So even when I’m whisperin’, it’s considered a felony to download
I am the hate speech
I am the white noise
And if you try to censor me?
Good luck — I already printed this verse on your kid’s Happy Meal toy

*Beep
Uh, Marshall…
What the actual fuck did I just listen to?

I don’t know if you were trying to make an “artistic statement” or if you just finally lost your goddamn mind
White noise? Hate speech?? A Happy Meal toy?? Are you trying to get sued by everyone at once?

Look, I told you — push boundaries, fine. Be edgy, okay. But you can't threaten God, McDonald’s, and the entire LGBTQ community in under 90 seconds
Like... how the hell did you even hack a Tonka truck?

Anyway — the label's already freaking out. I just got off the phone with legal, and Dre hung up on me. Again
Call me back. Don’t release this track. I'm serious this time, man

Beep*