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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

I stuck my dick in this game a rapist
They call me 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
Squirted a

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

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

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them 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 dying of

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

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, hang it up like some calls
You think I'm down you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not even Austin Powers, how the are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to 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 for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

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

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