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

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

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

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He don't owe them shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

Take your rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just your punch lines and snort 'em
stained drawers

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors on my hand
distorted 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 Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And that 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

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

You're the backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole weight class
He smokes your you beat back bullets
You're 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 Slim EP's
Got the attention of the D. R. E
almost famous

You dream of places
I been changing 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 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 paint off the
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no for these brawds
He given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham is screaming 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

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

And eat shit while at it
He's fucking had it, 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 to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd 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 bare witness to some biblical
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous