This week I was pushed to my physical limits. I was in a 3 mile running race against my evil personal trainer, nickname- Katwoman. I was gasping for air, I had severe cramping in my left leg, my back hurt, my eyes were burning from the sweat, I felt like I was going to die, and then I fell down. My personal trainer leaned over me while I was on my back and said- “Are you a real man that gets up when you fall down, even if it hurts to get back up, or are you just going to lay there and quit?” Then she got right down in my face and said- “What if your son’s life was on the line right now? Could you find the will to get up and save him, or are you going to let something bad happen to him?” At that moment, I felt a surge of powerful adrenaline hit me like a lightening bolt! I jumped up and said- “One mo”(One of my son’s favorite sayings, an abbreviated version of one more), an awesome motivational song started playing on my Ipod(see below) and I sprinted to the end of the race.
After the race was over, Katrina(Katwoman), said- “Damn MJ! That was impressive! Your son definitely would have been saved and holy shit, remind me never to mess with your son scary man. Just kidding, but for real, I now get the whole “MJ The Terrible” thing. Scary!”
Lyrics – Eminem – Till I Collapse
Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak
And when you feel weak you feel like you want to just give up
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you want to just fall flat on your face and collapse
Til I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel ’em
Til the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing ’em
Cause when I am not then I’m a stop pinning them
And I am not hip hop and I’m just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them
Women are caught in webs spin and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin’ to stop
Amoxicillin is just not real enough
The criminal cop killing hip hop filling a
Minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You’re coming with me, feel it or not
You’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock, is it a miracle
Or am I just a product of pop fizzing up
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up
You Bizzles forgot Slizzle does not give a fuck
Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Til my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I’m a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Til my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I’m a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get
When you’re real and you spit and people are feeling your shit
This is your moment and every single minute you spittin
Trying to hold onto it ’cause you may never get it again
So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it’s at its end
Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here’s the order of my list that it’s in;
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy
So when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me
That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me
Even though half you people got a fuckin problem with me
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press’s wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me
Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Til my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I’m a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Til my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I’m a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC’s heart
What is he thinking? Enough to not go against me, smart
And its absurd how people hang on every word
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at ’em
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest
Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Til my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I’m a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Til my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I’m a rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
Give out from underneath me
I will not fall
I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me!
To My Personal Trainer “Katwoman”….Bring it! – https://www.therealmjtheterrible.com/to-my-personal-trainer-katwoman-bring-it/
