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letra de cancel me, bitch - eminem

[intro]
“you can’t say that, marshall…”
oh, i can’t?
“you’re problematic, marshall…”
then cancel me, b-tch

[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’ sh-t that’ll get me banned by the feds

you want an apology? b-tch, get in line
i got a middle finger signed “sincerely, shady” on mine
they clip my bars like they editin’ p-rn
but i still cum raw with a mic and a storm

so f-ck 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, b-tch — i dare you, i f-ckin’ 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, b-tch — 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 f-ck 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 p-ssed for your merch

i said “f-ggot” in ‘99, you just found it?
b-tch, i been out of line since my dad bounced out it
now they dig up tweets like grave robbers on adderall
i p-ss 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, b-tch — go ahead, light the match
but i’ll burn this b-tch 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, b-tch — my whole legacy’s war
you can’t k!ll 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, b-tch
[outro]
so f-ck your safe sp-ces, 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

- eminem

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