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

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

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

You dream of trading
I have been faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle that happening again
I'm at your throat like
I step, strapped a pen

Metaphors on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do what I 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 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 shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you 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, showing no for these brawds
He ain't given shit, he says he'll pinch 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
metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit while at it
He's had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to and build a snowman girl
The bullies 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 whole spot
Who coulda he'd grow 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 to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's famous