[Verse 1]
Fuck the press, fuck the blogs, fuck your think piece
I bleed truth while you chase clicks like a bitch leech
Ain’t no “fallin’ off” when I built this with burned hands
Y’all just mad I ain’t crash and die like Kurt did
“Marshall’s lost it.”
“Marshall’s toxic.”
“Marshall should’ve died when he OD’d off Oxy.”
Cool. Print that. Put it on TMZ
While you airbrushed my pain with your fake empathy
I gave you Hailie, gave you Kim, gave you Proof
Y’all turned it into tabloid trash and clickbait news
Used my trauma like a fuckin’ costume
You wore my breakdown like a trend — congratulations, you profited off doom
Now I’m supposed to apologize for speakin’ my truth?
When you quoted me wrong and fed lies to thе youth?
I lost years to depression whilе y’all cheered my collapse
So don’t call it a “comeback”
This is war — not a lap

[Chorus]
They twist my words, rewrite my mind
Turn blood to ink, turn pain to shine
Sell my scars, then ask me why I hide
Every time I speak, the headlines lie
I’m not your puppet, not your martyr
I’m the motherfuckin’ author
If I burn this shit down, then let it fry
'Cause I ain’t here to play nice
The headlines lie
[Verse 2 – Eminem]
Every album dissected by kids in basements
Who never lived shit but got doctorates in hatred
You think you know me 'cause you Googled a clip?
You don’t know what it’s like to bury your best friend with a split lip
I ain't your savior, ain't your scapegoat
I ain't the villain in the Twitter thread you fake-woke
Tryna cancel me? Bitch, I cancel myself
Ten times a night when I’m writin’ in hell
You want confession? Fine — I’m fucked up
My brain’s a crime scene, chalk lines and crushed trust
I battle ghosts y’all made from my past quotes
Meanwhile I choke on the smoke from your last post
Keep tellin’ me to grow up
While you profit off the Shady you throw up
"He's angry again" — yeah, no shit
I ain’t healed, I’m just better at hidin’ it
This ain’t a breakdown, it’s a rebirth
But first, I’mma drag the whole circus face-first through the dirt

[Chorus]
They twist my words, rewrite my mind
Turn blood to ink, turn pain to shine
Sell my scars, then ask me why I hide
Every time I speak, the headlines lie
I’m not your puppet, not your martyr
I’m the motherfuckin’ author
If I burn this shit down, then let it fry
'Cause I ain’t here to play nice
The headlines lie
[Bridge]
So next time you quote me, quote this…
“I never wanted the fame
I just wanted someone to listen.”