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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a squirter
a Frankfurter

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

I come back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack that you on, son
Now here I come screaming attack like I 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 cold he's knocked out of the Pole
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's of boredom

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

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

You dream of trading
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read some I wrote on a
I do I have to, to win

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

Dick's too short a 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 a lawyer
I just my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These and similes ain't 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 hang by
David Carradine
They can go fuck themselves and die

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

And I'm being 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, finally famous