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I can almost it
This shit no sense to me
does it all mean?
I can almost it

I can almost it
This makes no sense to me
What does it all
I can almost it

Yeah, I stop now
maybe be the last chance I get
To be

You dream of places
I have been faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

Wake up behind these
You run defenseless
There is too much to
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

I stuck my dick in game like a rapist
call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed up post office

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I her around
But his fangs come out, get your blown out
what I call blowing your mind

When I back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack that you on, son
Now I come screaming attack like I just stepped on one

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out cold he's knocked out of the Pole
And nobody with him
Rigamortis and
dying of boredom

Take your rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
just take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit drawers

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's
Game's up, homie, hang it up like crank calls
You think I'm down you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

Wake up behind these
You run around
There is too to lose
You cannot these shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

I'm back for
I lost a battle that ain't again
I'm at your throat like
I step, with a pen

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

Dick's too short a word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne

You're the backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight
He smokes your BB's you back bullets
You're full of it; you were his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like pissed in his wheaties

No peace treaties, he's into a beast
His new Slim Shady
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's almost

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

Wake up these trenches
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these
He ain't them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and ain't similar to them, not at all
If don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

They can go get a or a neck tie,
To hang by
Like Carradine
can go fuck themselves and just die

And eat shit while at it
fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to and build a snowman girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to me
'Cause I ain't back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd to be a poet and not know it

And I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare witness to biblical shit
As a cold blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous