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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a squirter
Squirted a

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

When I come back, nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming attack like I 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 he's knocked out of the Pole
And nobody with him
Rigamortis and
He's of boredom

Take your best rhymes, 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take punch lines and snort 'em
stained 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 like crank calls
You think I'm backing down you be out of your dang skulls
I'm famous

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone my mint
Read some I wrote on a
I do what I to, to win

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even 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 up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the paint off the
his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he 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 Abraham is screaming out ah
metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

They can go get a or a neck tie,
To themselves by
David Carradine
They can go 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 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 whole blowing
Who coulda known he'd to be a poet and not know it

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