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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

For a gangster, you shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs come out, get brains blown out
what I call blowing your mind

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

Low on the totem till he '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 nobody fucks him
Rigamortis and
He's of boredom

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

You gon with a guy who licks 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 you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm famous

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle that happening again
I'm at your throat like
I step, strapped a pen

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read some I wrote on a
I do what I to, to win

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a in his Jack-O-Lantern
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 destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter I need a lawyer
I just laced my with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

Now there he goes in 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 brawds
He ain't them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

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

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

And eat while they at it
fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to and build a snowman girl
The bullies 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 grow to be a poet and not know it

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