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

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

Yeah, I stop now
maybe be the last chance I get
To be

You dream of trading
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 fill these shoes

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

For a gangster, you shoulda 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
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 stepped on one

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe 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
Then try to 'em
He'll take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit drawers

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

You dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
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 Austin Powers, how the fuck are they 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

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

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

No peace treaties, he's turned into a
His new Shady EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's almost

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his
Screaming the off the panel
And cussing the paint off the
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a 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
metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked of sucking him off

They can go get a belt or a tie,
To themselves by
David Carradine
They can go fuck themselves and 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 become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd to be a poet and not know it

And while I'm being let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and
So witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous