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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

I stuck my in this game like a rapist
They call me Roethlisberger
I go than a fed up post office worker

A her with a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like took a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

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

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

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

He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's of boredom

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's
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 dream of places
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

up behind these trenches
You run around
There is too to lose
You cannot fill 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 throat like strep
I step, with a pen

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
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 Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that to pass the torch
To the before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the 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 hang 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 a snowman girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this spot blowing
Who known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

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