America, hahaha, we love you, how many people are proud to citizens of this beautiful Country of ours, the stripes and the stars for the rights that men died for to protect, The women and men who have broke their neck's for the freedom of speech United States Government sworn to uphold, or (Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this so we're told... I never would've dreamed in million years I'd see, So many motherfuckin' people who like me, who share the same views And the same exact beliefs, it's like fuckin' army marchin' in back of me, so many lives I Touch, so much anger aimed, in no direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight Through radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your head for days and Days, who of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide, Reaching for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap this, how Could I predict words would have an impact like this, I must've struck a chord, with somebody Up in the office, cause congress 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 all my life, And I'm dumping it on... [Chorus] America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this, White America, Erica loves my I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get, white America, I Could be one of your white America, little Eric looks just like this, white America, Erica Loves my shit, I go to look how many hugs I get... Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown, lose, Shady Sits on the shelf, but Shady's Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help, make ladies swoon Baby, {ooh baby}, look my sales, let's do the math, if I was black, I would've sold half, I Ain't have to graduate from Lincoln school to know that, but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show where the fuckin' studio's at, when I was Underground, no one gave a I was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was Like, fuck it, until 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 that I got, was probably his in Exchange for every white fan that he's got, like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' Shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work my benefit now, it's... [Chorus] See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would of never knew these Exist, whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss, 'till created so much Motherfuckin' turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living room I and kids Flipped when they knew I 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 they put my Lyrics up 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 don't like this, Nope, all I hear is, lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working 'round the clock, Try to stop my concerts early, surely was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston, After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now catchin' the flack From these activists they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or Say faggot, shit, just look at like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the motherfuckin' Spokesman now [Chorus] So to the parents of America, I am the derringer aimed at Erica, to attack her Character, the ringleader of this circus worthless pawns, sent to lead the march right up to The steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of White House, to burn the casket and replace It with a parental advisory sticker, to spit liquor in faces of in this democracy of Hypocrisy, fuck you Ms. Cheney, fuck Tipper Gore, fuck you with the freest of speech this Divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have, fuck you, melody], He, hahaha, just playin' America, you know I love you...