Let's pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen
Let's pretend things would've been no different
Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation
Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin
They could blow away with the wind, "Marshall you're never gonna make it
Makes no sense to play the game, there ain't no way that you'll win"
Fuck a talent show in the gymnasium bitch
"You won't amount to shit, quit daydreaming kid
You need to get your cranium checked
You're thinking like an alien, it just ain't realistic"
Now pretend they ain't just make him angry with this shit
