Cancel Me, b*tch lyrics

[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' porn
But I still c*m 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 “faggot” 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 kill 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 spaces, 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