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

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

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

You dream of places
I have been faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

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

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

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

Take your rhymes, record 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your punch lines and 'em
Shit stained

You gon fuck a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
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 must be out of dang skulls
I'm famous

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to 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 word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the off the panel
And cussing the paint off the
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 Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes 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 themselves by
Like Carradine
They can go fuck and just 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 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 coulda known grow to be a poet and not know it

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