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

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

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

You dream of trading
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

up behind 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 game like a rapist
They call me Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed up post worker

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
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 blowing your mind

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

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

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

Take best rhymes, record 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your punch and snort 'em
Shit drawers

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 some crank calls
You think I'm backing you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

I'm back for
I lost a that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like
I step, strapped 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 Meyers
And tell that psycho to the torch
To the whacko 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, me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter 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

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

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

You of trading places
I have changing 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 just want to be
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his
the wood off the panel
And the paint off the walls
his hate 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, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and ain't similar to them, not at all
If don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat while they at it
fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a girl
The bullies bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't 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 stoic and the bar
Higher than my 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, he's finally