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I can almost it
shit makes no sense 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 can't now
This maybe be the chance I get
To be

You of trading places
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a squirter
a Frankfurter

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

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

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out cold knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody with him
Rigamortis and
dying of boredom

Take best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
just take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
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 Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

No peace treaties, turned into a beast
His new Shady EP's
Got the attention of the D. R. E
He's famous

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is out ah
These metaphors and 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
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 and build a snowman girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole 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 opinion of these and lords
So bare witness to biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally