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

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

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

You of trading places
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shit your pants
When you saw the get to waving
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get 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 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

so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
Rigamortis and
He's dying of

Take your rhymes, record 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your lines and snort 'em
Shit stained

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone my mint
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do what I 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 whacko before I take a shit in his
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

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

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

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

And eat while they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then they 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 he'd grow to be a poet and not it

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