Eminem. Beautiful Pain (№ 327292)

You were hurt, almost killed,
They threw the dirt in your casket, but you rose from the ashes.
Take all their pain and turn it into fuel.
And while you're burning the past, standing in hell, you'll sing...
Cause they hurt you so bad, it's like they murdered your ass
And threw dirt on your casket but you've returned from the ashes.
And that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline.
And while you're burning the past, standing at inferno and chant...