America! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this
beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights that men
have died for to protect / The women and men who have broke their necks for the
freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want
everybody to listen to the words of this song) or so we're told...

Verse 1
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many motherfuckin'
people who feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs,
it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me/So many lives I touch, so much
anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays and straight
through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head
for days and days/who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair,
with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear/that I would catapult to the
forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact
like this/I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz Congress
keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems/and now they're sayin' I'm
in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life/and
now I'm dumping it on...

Chorus X2
White America!
I could be one of your kids
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this
White America!
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get

Verse 2
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady
lose, Shady sits on the shelf/but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would
help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I
was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High
School to know that/but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back,
gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at/When I was underground, no
one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was
like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and
I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to the top, every fan black
that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got/Like
damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it
starting to work to my benefit now?

Chorus X2

Verse 3
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew
these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss,
till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence/straight out the tube, right
into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by
Dre/That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they
connected with me too because I looked like them/that's why they put my lyrics
up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this
rope/waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write
this, like I don't like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant
controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts
early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it
bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so now I'm catchin' the
flack from these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper
to smack a bitch, or say faggot/shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal,
the posterchild, the mother fuckin' spokesman now for...

Chorus X2

Verse 4
So to the parents of America / I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to
attack her character / The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns / Sent
to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress / And piss on the lawns of
the White House and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor
in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you
Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of
embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! I'm just playin' America, you know
I love you...

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