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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

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

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. sauce
Game's up, homie, it up like some crank calls
You think I'm down 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 defenseless
There is too much to
You cannot fill these

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone distorted my
some 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 it on his porch, now get off my dick

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

You're the Eminem backwards, you're
See he's in a whole 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 someone pissed in his wheaties

No treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's 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 defenseless
There is too much to
You cannot these shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll a penny so hard

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so you can see the mark
the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes similar to them, not at all
If they don't it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit they at it
He's had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I looking back, only 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 and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical
As a cold wind blowing this ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous