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

I can almost it
This shit makes no 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 have changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
is too much to lose
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
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 fuck are Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
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 shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and in his corner like Verne Troyer

You're the backwards, you're mini-me
See in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat 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 of the mighty D. R. E
almost famous

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the off the walls
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 on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get instead of sucking him off

They can go get a belt or a tie,
To hang by
Like David
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 snowman
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then they better me, take 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 than my opinion of these winners and
So bare witness to biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally