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I can taste it
This makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can almost it

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

Yeah, I can't now
maybe be the last chance I get
To be

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

Wake up these trenches
You run around
There is too to lose
You fill these shoes

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I blowing your mind

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out he's knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's of boredom

your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just take punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained

You gon fuck a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
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 dream of places
I been changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

I'm for revenge
I a battle that ain't happening again
I'm at throat like strep
I step, strapped a pen

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
some I wrote on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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

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

No treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Shady EP's
Got the attention of the D. R. E
He's famous

You dream of trading
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

up behind these trenches
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You cannot these shoes

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

Now there he goes in 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 given them shit, he says he'll a penny so hard

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

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

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

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