Round the Clock

Hi, my name is
Hi, my name is
Hi, my name is chicka chicka, not Slim Shady
Hi, my name is
Hi, my name is chicka chicka, Nasty
Round the clock
Round the clock
Round the clock, I get hated on
Round the clock
Round the clock
Round the clock, I get hated on
R-round the clock, I get hated on
T-t-take a guess, yes, you may be wrong
Just listen, what do I remind you of?
I’ll give a little hint, chicka, that’s enough
Chicka, Slim Shady, chicka, Eminem
I hear it all day, man, I’m getting sick of him
I get compared daily like I’m his fucking twin
It’s so sick I wanna jump out this life I’m in
Or switch voice boxes, with someone else, chicka
Someone else, chicka, someone help me
I can’t take this, somebody save me
Marshall, Marshall, chicka, Dr. Dre me
That’s the only way they’ll stop on hating me
That’s the only way radios will play me
It’s a gift and a curse, wrapped in hell
And brought to this earth by the Devil himself
Round the clock
Round the clock
Round the clock, I get hated on
Round the clock
Round the clock
Round the clock, I get hated on
Hi, my name is, hi, my name is
Hi, my name is, chicka, not Shady
I’m not his cousin, no, I’m not his brother, no
I’m so sorry, yo, it’s only audio
And it ain’t my fault, sounds fake and all
But if you knew me, you would know I’m set on default
I step in the mall, all eyes on me
Why God, why me? Why must I be
This, chicka chicka, center of attraction, chicka
In a blender, set on maximum
They always asking me, if I like Slim, chicka
I don’t answer them, chicka, but I fuck Kim
I change the subject, they change it right back
Can’t we talk about something other than that?
Everyday the same thing thing, yo, it’s driving me crazy
My voice, I can’t change, let it go or just hate me
Round the clock
Round the clock
Round the clock, I get hated on
Round the clock
Round the clock
Round the clock, I get hated on
R-round the clock, I get dissed on
Do you understand what it’s like to get shit on?
It’s not a diss, chicka, Slim is not the victim
I am just addressing that people got me mixed up
For some carbon copy, chicka
Imi-tating and playing, invading Slim’s fame and
Trying to get famous, chicka chicka
That ain’t it, I am the way that I am, I don’t fake it
My friends know me, the others can take shit
And eat shit 'til their stomach starts to ache them
Fuck y’all, lick a dick and lick an anus, chicka
Shiver nameless and I can give a damn, bitch
Round the clock
Round the clock
Round the clock, I get hated on
Round the clock
Round the clock
Round the clock, I get hated on