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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

I stuck my dick in this like a rapist
They me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed up office worker

A her with a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

When I back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming 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
stained drawers

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

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

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

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

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

No peace treaties, he's turned into a
His new Slim EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's famous

You dream of places
I have been faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
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 pinch a penny so

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, Abraham 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 belt or a tie,
To hang by
David Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

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

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