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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish 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 with a
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a squirter
Squirted a

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

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

Low on the totem till he 'em
Defiance, giant
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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 backing down you be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

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

Wake up behind trenches
You run around
There is too much to
You cannot fill shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

Pull at it all stops, any who a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike
And tell that psycho to the torch
To the whacko 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 space destroyer
I just up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He given them 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 Lincoln is out ah
These metaphors and ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

They can go get a belt or a tie,
To hang by
David Carradine
They can go fuck and just die

And eat shit while at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole
So go to and build a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, 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 my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare to some biblical shit
As a cold wind this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous