[Intro] Seriously Bub... You can't let it go can you. Fine. I'm the Wolverine. Oh, you want more. You sure. [Drop] I don't have to tell you 'bout the claws, the metal, the healing hype, If it would kill you, I'd just walk away, fucking hurt and gripe. When the claws come out, bub, you know what I'm about, Get me riled up and it's hard to keep the rage out. Grafted adamantium to my bones, made me impossible to break, They didn't care how much it hurt me—it was for science sake. The claws were bone before, now they cut through steel, So Weapon X began—I was a nightmare they made real. [Interruption] Not enough eh' I see the fucking questions rolling around behind those eyes... [Drop] Every damn wound still hurts, healing don't mean shit, I still feel it all—and I still have to bleed through it. Pain leaves a memory, and that shit don't fade, Every time I pop the claws, I remember what they made. So who the fuck was I? Wish I had a clue, Charles has tried to help, till my temper blew. Shadows and flashes—past I can't piece together, Battles, fragments of faces I knew... the fear I may live forever. [Interruption] I swear you open your mouth and interrupt me, you'll know some of that pain... So, Shut It [Drop] I tell myself I don't need 'em, that's the line I try to feed, I walk away to save 'em, then my soul begins to bleed. Guess the loner in me never learned the alone part, I'd be just a monster, like Victor, if I didn't listen to my heart. You'd be torn apart by the things I remember I've done, But had I not done some of them, the day wouldn't have been won. The fleeting memories I can sometimes grip still cut me deep, But now I'll never be that beast—that's a promise I can keep. [Interruption] Well, Was that better? You're as damn bad as Jean... [Drop] So here I am—Weapon X, the Wolverine, Designed to be an indestructible killing machine. But it's MY body they modified and made this way, And what gets done with this weapon is my fucking say. Call me James, Patch, Weapon X, or Midget, for fuck's sake, I'm the savage that makes shredding a Sentinel look like a piece of cake. They made me Weapon X, but I chose the X on my chest, And learn to claim even the parts of me that I detest. [Interruption] On Second thought, call me midget, and you'll be below legal height... I'll make sure of it... [Final Drop] Now you know what they did, and you know what it cost, You know what I am—don't go digging for what I've lost. What's buried stays buried; I've made my peace with the past, I'm still standing here, bub—still standing through every scar amassed. [Outro] So before you go pesterin' me any further, And end up getting me pissed... I'll give you one last thing. Just remember this. I'm the best there is at what I do... And that... Is all you need to know. Bub...
