Eminem, Obie Trice - Emulate lyrics

Obie the person that came up introverted
'Cause of nervousness
That was solely the only verdict
It was worth it 'cause he changed
Became so observant
Servin' such of a purpose
If you knew him earlier in his days
It's like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain gave
Him game for certain
That's why it's curtains in this murder
If you get him worked up
I'm so assertive on these
Muthafuckas acting tougher
Had enough of isolatin' myself in a room
Writing poems and songs
Doing the same in school
Now look what he became, a fool
'Cause he learned how to sustain his
Tool and obtain fame from you
Livin' hard but still Julliard
A god walks and ain't spend a day in the pew
Regardless of this I draw visual
Pictures when a nigga vents
So welcome to the art department

I stimulate the brain, mimic
Emulate the sane
Cynics keep on thinkin' it's a
Fuckin' gimmick when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus
Up Uranus label me a genius if you ever
Seen us you would say
"He may seem as though he's plain
Normal" if you ever meet him
Greet him with a shake
See he ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't
Always think of things to say so he's vague
So they mistake him for just bein' crazed
You part ways, your impression of him changed
You don't think he's strange
You turn around and tell
Him "Peace and thanks"
You catch him flippin' you off
With his pants down
Hands around his scrotum
Tuckin' his fuckin' penis between his legs

Obie the person that came up introverted
'Cause of nervousness
That was solely the only verdict
It was worth it 'cause he changed
Became so observant
Servin' such of a purpose
If you knew him earlier in his days
It's like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain gave
Him game for certain
That's why it's curtains in this murder
If you get him worked up
I'm so assertive on these
Muthafuckas acting tougher
Had enough of isolating myself in a room
Writing poems and songs
Doing the same in school
Now look what he became, a fool
'Cause he learned how to sustain his
Tool and obtain fame from you
Livin' hard but still Julliard
A god walks and ain't spend a day in the pew
Regardless of this I draw visual
Pictures when a nigga vents
So welcome to the art department

It's all psychologic, why am I so maniacal?
Am I a psycho or some
Kind of psychotic shtick?
Or am I truly psychotic? Or
My molecules just diabolical?
'Cause biologically, I defy logic, by golly
Haul me off on a trolley
Probably want a quack
Or I'm back on that whacky tobacca
I'ma step away from crack
Obie smacked the shit out of me
I'm so slap happy, man
Snap me back to reality
I'm a walkin' art gallery, a science museum
Elephantitis of the nuts
You'd probably die if you see them
I pull them out, they hit the ground and
Probably crack the cement
I need an ambulance
I can't just put them back in my pants
(Help me)