Speaking on this song with Rolling Stone, Eminem said:

I don’t know if anyone will get this, like this is super-nerdy, but the rhyming words in that song never change. And that’s just one of the things that… Read More [Intro: Polina]

Tell me where to go

Tell me what to do

I'll be right there for you

Tell me what to say

No matter if it's true

I'll say it all for you

[Verse 1: Eminem]

I used to be the type of kid

That would always think the sky is fallin'

Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian?

What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in?

‘Cause I don't belong in this world

That's why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often

Flyin' off at the handle at my mom

No dad, so I am noncompliant at home

At school I'm just shy and awkward

And I don't need no goddamn psychologist

Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlyin' problems

Thinkin' he can try and solve 'em

I'm outside chalkin' up drawings

On the sidewalk and in the front drive talkin'

To myself, either that or inside hidin' off in

The corner somewhere quiet, tryin' not to

Be noticed ‘cause I'm cryin' and sobbin'

I had a bad day at school so I ain't talkin'

Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin' locker

‘Cause he said that I eye-balled him

[Pre-Chorus: Polina & (Eminem)]

And if you fall, I'll get you there

I'll be your savior from (Yeah) all the wars

That are fought inside your world

Please have faith in my words

[Chorus: Polina]

‘Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah

This is my legacy, legacy, yeah

There's no guarantee

It's not up to me, we can only see

This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy

[Verse 2: Eminem]

I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin'

Why am I so differently wired in my noggin?

‘Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind-bogglin'

‘Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit

Bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara

Then split, but I don’t give a shit

I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman

Nothing is the matter with me

Shit, look on the bright side, at least I ain't walkin'

I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment

Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that

I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it

Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit

But if this is all there is for me life offers

Why bother even tryin' to put up a fight? It's nonsense

But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience

What about them rhymes I've been jottin'?

They are kind of giving me confidence

Instead of tryin' to escape through my comics

Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx?

To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that

Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eye-balled him

Grab hold of my balls, like, "That's right, fight's on, bitch!"

Who woulda knew, from the moment I turned the mic on, that

I could be iconic in my conquest?

That's word to Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest

[Chorus: Polina]

This is my legacy, legacy, yeah

This is my legacy, legacy, yeah

There's no guarantee

It's not up to me, we can only see

This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy

[Verse 3: Eminem]

I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin'

Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome

‘Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work words like this

And connect lines like crosswords

And use my enemy's words as strength

To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em

‘Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit

By you wack fuckin' giant sacks of lyin' dog shit

Now you shut up, bitch, I am talkin'

Thought I was full of horseshit

And now you fuckin' worship the ground on which I am walkin'

Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins

Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense

So bring on the Giants, Falcons, and Miami Dolphins

It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplyin' coffins

‘Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers

You're gon' die a ball-licker, I've been diabolical

With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus

You don't respect the legacy I leave behind, y'all can

Suck a dick; the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass

In a flyin' saucer full of Italian sausage

The most high exaltin' and I ain't haltin'

'Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes

The best part about me is I am not you

I'm me, and I'm the Fire Marshall, and this is my—

[Chorus: Polina]

This is my legacy, legacy, yeah

This is my legacy, legacy, yeah

There's no guarantee

It's not up to me, we can only see

This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy