[Intro]
“You can’t say that, Marshall…”
Oh, I can’t?
“You’re problematic, Marshall…”
Then cancel me, bitch

[Verse 1 – Eminem]
They tried to muzzle me, I bit the muzzle back
Spit blood in their face like, "Here, have a couple tracks."
I ain’t woke, I’m half-dead, brain fried from meds
Still sayin’ shit that’ll get me banned by the Feds

You want an apology? Bitch, get in line
I got a middle finger signed “Sincerely, Shady” on mine
They clip my bars like they editin' porn
But I still cum raw with a mic and a storm

So fuck your guidelines, hashtags, petitions
I’ll offеnd your whole fam and still sell out auditions
Y’all fragile as hеll, screamin’ at my past quotes
But I ain’t apologizin’ for roastin' these sad folks

[Hook]
Cancel me, bitch — I dare you, I fuckin’ beg you
Turn this mic into a weapon, I’ll verbally wreck you
You want war? Bring your TikTok mob and your fake-ass pitchforks
I eat your whole movement like pigs at a pitch roast
Cancel me, bitch — I’m built for the blacklist
I was born in the shadows, y’all trend for a fat minute
This ain’t about peace, this is war with a grin
I offend, I sin, I’ll die before I bend to them again
[Verse 2 – Eminem]
You think I give a fuck if I’m brand-safe?
I wiped my ass with your guidelines and fanbase
Too real for your boardroom, too sick for your church
Too raw for your sponsors, too pissed for your merch

I said “faggot” in ‘99, you just found it?
Bitch, I been out of line since my dad bounced out it
Now they dig up tweets like grave robbers on Adderall
I piss on your blog and tag your mom in the splatter, dawg

Half y’all actin’ like saints online
But behind the screen you’re freaks, cheatin’ and snortin’ lines
I don’t apologize to cowards in packs
Go write your little article while I counterattack

[Hook]
Cancel me, bitch — go ahead, light the match
But I’ll burn this bitch down screamin’ “Shady is back.”
You want clean bars? Go listen to Disney
This is blood on the booth, pain where my pen be
Cancel me, bitch — my whole legacy’s war
You can’t kill a ghost that’s already crawled from the floor
This ain't fame, it’s a curse, it’s a scarred-up script
And if I gotta fall again, I’m takin' y’all with me, bitch
[Outro]
So fuck your safe spaces, your trigger words
I trigger nerves with syllables that hit like birds
Flyin’ through glass, now you're cryin’ at last
But I been me from the start, and I’ll die on that path