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

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

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

You dream of trading
I been changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He owe them bitches 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 dying of

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not even Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to the torch
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

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

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

No peace treaties, he's into a beast
His new Slim EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's famous

You dream of trading
I have been changing
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so you can see the mark
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes ain't 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 or a neck tie,
To themselves by
Like David
can go fuck themselves and just die

And eat shit while at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the world
So go to hell and build a snowman
The bullies become bullied, the get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd to be a poet and not know it

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