¿Dónde será?

¿En qué país creéis posible que estén a punto de atropellarte con el semáforo en verde cuando vas por el carril bici y encima te piten?

a) Alemania

b) Suecia

c) Finlandia

d) España


The way I am

I sit back with this pack of zig zags and this bag
Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest mc on this — on this earth
And since birth Ive been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress thats been eatin me recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully (peacefully)…
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when Im eatin or feedin my daughter
To not come and speak to me (speak to me)…
I dont know you and no,
I dont owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
Im not Mr. NSync, Im not what your friends think
Im not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick

If you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)…
No patience is in me and if you offend me
Im liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet)… in the air
I dont care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
Ill smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
Im tired of all you (of all you)…
I dont mean to be mean but thats all I can be is just me


And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio wont even play my jam
Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I dont know its just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense its constant
And, oh, its his lyrical content –
– the song guilty conscience has gotten such rotten responses

And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately
Points a finger at me (finger at me)…
So I point one back at em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, its the one you put up
When you dont give a fuck, when you wont just put up
With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dudes gettin bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on marilyn (on marilyn)… and the heroin
Where were the parents at? and look where its at
Middle america, now its a tragedy
Now its so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
Havin this happenin (this happenin)..

Then attack eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But Im glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and its burnin and I have returned


Im so sick and tired of bein admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label and stop with the fables
Im not gonna be able to top on my name is..
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
To cop me rotation at rocknroll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)…
To deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I´m some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk
With an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin
The same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)…
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
til Im grabbin my hair and Im tearin it out
Cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy)… I cant take it
I´m racin, I´m pacin, I stand and I sit
And Im thankful for ev-ery fan that I get
But I cant take a shit, in the bathroom
Without someone standin by it
No I wont sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole, I´m glad