"And I still haven't come off the acid yet,
That's why I'm holding a pumpkin in a vassinet bassinet.
Floating in colors, my thoughts in a spin,
A carnival of dreams where the wild begins.
Whispers of laughter, shadows in the light,
With every tick-tock, reality takes flight."
Fun is fun, but I'm not made of stone.
That's why I will become aluminum and smash every god and gnome.
Transforming the world with a flick of my wrist,
Dancing on the ruins of a reality twist.
Echoes of chaos in a celestial dome,
I’ll carve out my path, turning silence to chrome
"And it’s so dark that I can’t see a damn thing,
Filling in the cursed presence, evil essence clings.
Control of this body, if you want to switch,
Go ahead and flip, but I’ll get this punk stitched
Before the cursed spirit can take its shot.
I’ll jump into anybody—that’s the plot.
Inhabit their mind, contain me inside,
Then the minds are gonna fry, can’t let this ride.

It’s not just energy; it’s cursed, slim fate,
Like a burst of this entity, you’ll never stand straight.
Look closer, that curse is having fun,
Toying with us all, just trying to outrun.
Let’s buy some time while I’m busting this rhyme,
Demon talks, demon dogs, find the key in this grime.
Goddamn, duck—this entity’s a beast,
Should’ve brought a few more of my cursed friend feasts.

Moving around, it’s just cursed energy,
Like a burst entity breaking through your synergy.
First barrier up, I’m bursting your integer,
Vision so clouded, dog, I’m banishing the fog.
Why am I doing this? Should’ve left the finger back,
In this technique, stop it, don’t think—just stack.
If you want to run, now, I don’t want to die,
I want to survive—don’t think, just try to help others fly."
Eminem’s in a room talking to his alter ego’s about revamps
And how he is just basically doing a revamp and he looks just as lame as very Seinfeld and freezer and others that are doing revamps of their stuff and then he’s disgusting with himself how he’s doing a revamp of a revamp and his revamping an old Hollywood I did to revamp just like the parent trap and everything else that’s in there
And then he’s like how do I revamp but not be seen as lame as all the other revampers thank you
And then it goes into the song
Ticket to ticket to ticket check it to check it to check it to check it to check it to check it check it check it check it check check check it revamp city yeah yeah reverend city yeah remember this vamp city and listen again revamp city you live it in The matrix stuck and revamp c you’re living in your meta f****** revamp city and all that other f****** s*** you get revenant cities you get that revamp city
could work as a skit at the beginning of the song, setting up before launching into the lyrics.

Starts:

Eminem’s sitting in a dimly lit room, surrounded by his alter egos (Slim Shady, Marshall Mathers, etc.), who are all debating.

Slim Shady: “Man, you’re just another rerun. Like those sitcoms nobody asked to see come back. I mean, come on, Marshall, you’re out here doin’ revamps like Seinfeld or some rebooted ‘80s show.”

Marshall Mathers: “Revamp of a revamp... like it’s all been done. I’m practically out here sellin’ the Parent Trap on repeat. I’m disgusted with myself.”

Eminem: “How do I do this revamp thing and not look like every other washed-up act? Can I really flip the script, or am I just feeding into this tired Hollywood scheme?”

Eminem takes a deep breath, smirking as a beat starts to creep in.


Choppy beat, reminiscent of old-school Eminem with a modern twist.... Ok
(Perhaps like some boom bap jumps with some 808 slides or something like that
provides bounce and sound effects and stuff like that plenty of bounce bounce bounce )

“Ticket to ticket to ticket, check it, check it, check it,
Revamp City, yeah, we wreck it, wreck it, wreck it,
Livin’ in this Matrix suckin’ up that revamp pity,
Meta trippin’, stuck in the echo of Revamp City.

God damn we told you what would happen if you ever interfere with project mayhem
Re-run the rerun, you’re loopin’ the loop,
Hollywood’s vampin’ like it’s drinkin’ youth soup,
Revamp City, where the classics come to die,
And the new ideas drown in the tear-soaked sky.

Reverend in Revamp, preachin’ to the choir,
Metaphors in retro, they’re burnin’ on the pyre,
You can keep your ‘Back to the Future’ and your franchise trash,
I’m breakin’ out the shackles of your recycled rehash.

City’s just a cemetery for what’s past and forgotten,
Clawing at the ghost of what we thought was poppin’,
Revamp City, where the hype’s always over,
And the gold fades fast, so they keep diggin’ for old closure.”
"I don't wanna be just another revamp,
fight club coughing up lyrical bloods hysterical
But to reinvent myself, I’d need to light the lamp,
Already got the stamp, just gotta wet it,
for the tickets stubs dubs chicks clubs
Rub it on your palm, watch 'em let us in, forget it.

Yeah, that's the start, no need to pretend,
getting the key to see which enemy has gotten the end roar end of a stick
Got it all condensed, packed tight, never bend,
Inside the night which one I'm gonna write to a friend
Presentation, skills, it's already in the plan,
street with a gun in my hand I ran holding the briefcase till my muscles burned my veins pump battery acid

I'm the whole show, no fillers in the span.
Just a feeling in the plan
The villain in the man

So, talent, yeah, b****, step back, watch the glory,
running around in the underpants they're saying you look like a crazy person
Hop in the lorry, we’re takin' inventory,
just up on the stage rehearsing
Get ready, it’s an entry to my extravaganza,
through your hands up cause it's an everlancher god damn information that you're about to get your face in
See how fast I flip, quick hands, it’s like a stanza.
Going back to influenza that was like a 2000 and I don't know I can't remember

Magic with the flow, every line like a spell,
so what are we doing a case of show and tell
Going back to is a base head? oh that's well
Castin’ rhymes like wizards, watch ‘em rebel,
washing the dash and the prophet gush like a push prophet push
I ain’t just revamping; I’m breakin' the mold,
revamped with the moon rocks because the shake was just too old
This ain’t a repeat, it’s a story rWith a twist
Can drag across the floor viewed by cameras as an exorcist
In your liver bitch the only way to deliver this!"
"I told you, I'm in a therapy session with myself,
there's no deception pushing my selection
You would have financial collapse of financial history view the his historic I don't know something about equal librium here tying up loose ends the boo sends you please don't do this I'm not doing this we are doing this I don't want this right we have to forget it you'll avoids in mind you're her hallucination why can't I get rid of you you created me I didn't create some loser alter ego to make myself feel better you take responsibility I'm responsible for all of this and I accept that so please I'm begging you please call this up how far if you come because I will carry you kicking and screaming and you
Don’t trust no therapists, keep their books on the shelf,
But I'll let y'all watch, go ahead, take a seat,
Witness me unravel, every layer, every beat.

I don’t need a shrink, I’m breakin' it down,
Talkin' to my shadows when nobody's around,
Confrontin' my thoughts, puttin' ‘em on trial,
Givin’ y'all a front-row seat to my inner exile.

Analyze my flaws, dissectin’ every fear,
No counselor can tell me what’s crystal clear,
It’s just me, myself, and my split personalities,
Goin' deeper in this session, revealin' all my dualities."

"I told you, I'm in a therapy session with myself,
Don't trust no therapists, leave their mana on the shelf,
But I'll let y'all watch, yeah, draw another card,
Witness me exile my fears, leavin' ‘em scarred.

I don't need a shrink, I'm tappin' my own lands,
Talkin' to my shadows, stackin' spells in my hands,
Confrontin' my thoughts, puttin' 'em on the stack,
Flashin' back to moments I thought I had to attack.

Analyze my flaws, banish what's absurd,
Like I’m playin' Blue-Black, counterin' every word,
It's just me, myself, and my split personalities,
In this duel of minds, castin' spells of brutality.

Enchantin' my thoughts, divinin' what I’ll say,
You know what we play, it’s Magic every day,
From the graveyard, I rise, a creature unbound,
Keep drawin', keep gamin', till the last life’s found."
Here's a refined version that keeps your original intensity and flow while tightening the structure a bit:


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"Would you give anything to have what I have?
A critiquing mind with integrity that's radical, that's mad,
Get ready for these rapids, like a slap in the face that's magical,
I'm pushin' boundaries, breakin' limits—ain't that theatrical?

Maybe one day I'll pass the lyrical steering wheel, we'll see,
But for now, step out, Siri will guide you, don't mind me,
Sorry 'bout the delay, just flyin' into rage, intolerance blazes,
Steppin' lively, every night I light up these mazes.

It’s startin' to rain, I use an umbrella to part the pain,
Sparkin' ideas, you could at least act surprised, play the game,
Surprise when I get these rhymes to rap so precise,
Tap out the crappy advice, slap-happy, roll the dice.

You could be rappin' back, shoppin' this back, tryin’ to fix,
But I’m stackin' the bars while you're just stackin' tricks,
I ain't just here to stack cash and drop a hook,
I’m spittin' blood clot facts 'bout what happens when you look,

Jab and slab it with the dollars of a nation,
What’s it worth to you? Man, it's like Earth's retaliation,
If nature could sue, it would come back to hate you,
But I’m here to spark change, no need to debate you."

“Caffeine only weakens the immune, I know it’s true,
Fightin’ off a flu, but I need that boost to pull through,
Just to act clean, keep my cool, and rise above the crew,
One flu above you, like I’m flyin’ past what you knew.

"It’s like when your mind’s in a bind from the drugs they pump in the clinic,
Yeah, that’s the cynic in me speakin', guess I’m feelin’ acidic,
Talkin' 'bout all the meds they prescribe just to make you comply,
Tryna mold you into a succinct member of society’s lie."
"So spare me the dare be the single lunch in entendre, I'm givin' you multiples, don't falter on the assault vehicles
Mind tricks, a fine chicks that's why I'm onto ya, making love to define with hittin' all the follicles, pop the lights sensitive like cactus spikes
Like a storm in forming the morning ideas, there to wake and shake you, I am free and all the ways that you are not
Make you chug that protein shake just to remake you.
They see themselves as they like to be they don't have the courage that you have to just run with it
Gotta get in shape, can't stumble or fall,
through debauchery you see yourself watching me
now you see other much now you see our dilemma how this might compromises our goals we have to have a toast this is b******* this is b******* I'm not listening to
you simply do not have time for this crap do you want to diamond in this rap
it's called a changeover the movie goes on and no one in the audience has any idea
Going to bed every night waking up sleeping later I could argue of myself and call myself the debata
Can't be like a ball deflated, crashin' against the wall,
Watch my back as I’m catchin' my knack in this rap,
Deja vu all over again
1888 Franklin and I've been back in there stapling my ideas to the fears of the gears of the near and far people that don't even know who they are evil

Don't worry about us sir we're solid

Steppin’ up, movin’ forward, no time to relapse or collapse."

“Can you sit back and try to adapt,
Like I’m movin’ too fast, strapped with a rocket pack on my back,
Welded and soldered tight to the track, no slack,
It’s like throwin’ a boulder at the moon just to make an impact.

I’m playin’ pool with the solar system, bankin’ off stars,
So I take your soul and twist ‘em, leavin’ scars,
Bendin’ the cosmos, shiftin’ the whole map,
While you struggle to keep up, I’m settin’ the next trap.”
“And I still haven’t come off the acid yet,
That’s why I’m holding a pumpkin in a vassinet bassinet.
Floating in colors, my thoughts in a spin,
A carnival of dreams where the wild begins.
Whispers of laughter, shadows in the light,
With every tick-tock, reality takes flight.”
"Fun is fun, but I'm not made of stone.
That's why I will become aluminum and smash every god and gnome.
Transforming the world with a flick of my wrist,
you'll find no flow that sicker than this
Dancing on the ruins of a reality twist.
Fatalities of every thought in the mist
Echoes of chaos in a celestial dome,
To have your mind digest real poems

I’ll carve out my path, turning silence to chrome.
P spectacular in bed I'm better than the rest you suggest be one of those people? don't need to invest in a test
Where else do you live to regret
The worst thing that ever happened to
Diverse Sting and have the verse Sting and have to do it versus thing and I'm not having a verse discussing yeah
Go to the street paper streets the headquarters the
To take it to the stone age and erase the debt

"And it’s so dark that I can’t see a damn thing,
Filling in the cursed presence, evil essence clings.
Control of this body, if you want to switch,
Go ahead and flip, but I’ll get this punk stitched
Before the cursed spirit can take its shot.
I’ll jump into anybody—that’s the plot.
Inhabit their mind, contain me inside,
Then the minds are gonna fry, can’t let this ride.

It’s not just energy; it’s cursed, slim fate,
Like a burst of this entity, you’ll never stand straight.
Look closer, that curse is having fun,
Toying with us all, just trying to outrun.
Let’s buy some time while I’m busting this rhyme,
Demon talks, demon dogs, find the key in this grime.
Goddamn, duck—this entity’s a beast,
Should’ve brought a few more of my cursed friend feasts.

Moving around, it’s just cursed energy,
Like a burst entity breaking through your synergy.
First barrier up, I’m bursting your integer,
Vision so clouded, dog, I’m banishing the fog.
Why am I doing this? Should’ve left the finger back,
In this technique, stop it, don’t think—just stack.
If you want to run, now, I don’t want to die,
I want to survive—don’t think, just try to help others fly




Hook
Revamp city reverse anniversary
Standing there curse for me
Making s*** work for me all over the globe perfectly
It

Takes time to tame the strange, rearrange the derangement,
Beige the rage, stage the page, avenged in amazement,
Now from the last remixes, I saw UE6's engagement,
So I want to make sure that you make it perfect placement,
Caged, unphased, blazing through the arrangement,
Life's strange engagements, breaking free from containment,
The THC blazing me into immortality,
Elevating reality, defying all normality.

Through my cunning, dawg, perhaps now you understand,
How I mastered the thesis, step by step I crafted the pieces,
Mouths foul 'til we mastered the vocals and pushed out the release,
Masked owls, enemies’ resistance ceased,
I'm saying today's the day Kyoto's coming here to go over the plans,
For the exchange, add to the management, changed event in hand.

The patchwork’s adverse technique is reversed in the curse,
But it's burst in this verse, in this burst to be worse,
And dispersed to be worst, leaving minds traversed,
So get loose with the liquor, see this verse has pursued the curse's trigger.

You don't know any shinobi that owes me,
Couldn't own me and my technique, they'd be phony, homie,
Mastered stealth and strategy, keep it lowkey,
On a path of my own, moving like a ronin boldly.

And I remain in the cold only, out the mainframe,
Bringing the pain, there is no Old Toby,
In this, we smokin' smog only, I'm keepin' out the fire,
Givin' my life, like Gandalf and the Hobbit, I inspire.

"
Lately, it’s these raps, have been real damp,
So it’s time for a revamp, like see me chant,
Follow me like a TV champ, up the ramp,
To the Ouija board amp, where spirits stamp,
I’m raising the dead with every syllable I vamp."
Like on the serial for this crap, the material for this rap,
I have a §Miracle§ on that, they actin' really cool, but I get cynical, man, I need a Benadryl,
Put your mind in a cartwheel, no raw deal on this horse meal,
So here's some goddamn lyrics that course skill through your bloodstream,
You'll cuss if the bump has won, I'm on the scene,
Got you lost in the rhythm, like it's all a dream

Like on the serial for this crap, the material for this rap, I have a miracle on that,
They acting really cool, but all I get is cynical, oh my gosh, I need a Benadryl,
Put your mind in a cartwheel, don't wanna give you a raw deal on this horse meal,
So here's some goddamn lyrics that of course skill through your blood system,
You'll cuss if the bump has won, as far as lyrics go, I make up a rap that's fearin' them in their soul, hear them when they go, and I'm just like,

Shallow schism of indulging in pure ultra-rism, trapped in the poem like I'm rehearsing alone,
Fighting a stone, writing on the phone, trapped in the extravaganza, are you ready for my rapid answer?

Watching plectrums, pull them guitar strings, strumming the stars as far as their bras fling,
As much as these bars bring, yeah, just another rerun, check it, see what has become,
Won't stop till my beat's done, keep grindin' till the heat's won, pushin' through the static, I craft magic with each run,
Steppin' up the tempo, ain't leavin' till I reach one