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

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

Yeah, I can't now
maybe be the last 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 trenches
You run around
is too much to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a squirter
Squirted a

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

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

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He owe them bitches 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 dying of

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

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 some calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang
I'm almost

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
Read some I 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 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 shuttle
I blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

No treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
almost famous

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish 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, no love for these brawds
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 they don't like it, they can all get instead of sucking him off

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

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

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