(Editor note: for maximum effect, listen to the Jacknifelee remix of this song)
by the Real Sim Shady
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have
I’ve had to protest and demonstrated against my own club.
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times.
Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin’ Koppel that’s behind
All this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean’s explodin.’
Tempers flaring from Franchise fans, just blow ’em off and keep goin.’
Not takin’ nothin’ from no one, give ’em hell long as I’m breathin.’
Keep kickin’ ass in the mornin,’ an’ takin’ names in the evening.
Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth.
See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out.
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now.
Ain’t you Charlie, I’ma make you look so ridiculous now.
I’m sorry, Franchise. I never meant to spurn you.
I never meant to make you bankrupt, but tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet.
I got some skeletons in my closet and I don’t know if no one knows it.
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, I’ma expose it.
I’ll take you back to 79 before I ever had a multi-platinum pound number 9.
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months.
That bastard Hamman must have had his panties up in a bunch, cuz he split.
I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye.No, I don’t on second thought, I just fuckin’ wished he would die.
I look at AFC and I couldn’t picture leavin’ her side.
Even if I hated Kingsmeadow, I grit my teeth and I’d try
To make it work with her at least for AFC’s sake.
I maybe made some mistakes but I’m only human. But I’m man enough to face them today.
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun.
Cuz id’a killed ’em, shit I would have shot Winkelman an’ Chaz both.
It’s my life, I’d like to welcome y’all to The AFC Show.
I’m sorry, Franchise. I never meant to spurn you.
I never meant to make you bankrupt, but tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet.
Now I would never dis my old club just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin,’
But put yourself in my position.
Just try to envision witnessin’ your chairman poppin’ pills in the boardroom, bitchin’ that no one’s ever coming’ through her turnstiles and shits missin.’
Going through with a shared ground, victim of Munchausen’s syndrome.
My whole life I was made to believe I was watching good football. It makes you sick to ya stomach, doesn’t it?
Wasn’t it the reason you made that brochure for me, Chaz?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Chaz?
But guess what, yer gettin’ older now and it’s cold when your lonely.
An’ MK’s getting’ up so quick, they’re gonna know that your phoney.
And AFC’s getting’ so big now, you should see her, she’s beautiful.
But you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your funeral.
See what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong.
Cunt, do ya song. Keep tellin’ yourself that you was a chairman.
But how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get.
You selfish cunt, I hope you fuckin’ burn in hell for this shit.
Remember when Plough Lane died and you said you wished it was me?
Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be.
I’m sorry, Franchise. I never meant to spurn you.
I never meant to make you bankrupt, but tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet.
Original version by Eminem, subject to US Copyright Laws (and SW19’s lawyers)