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I can almost it
shit makes no sense to me
What does it all
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 maybe be the last I get
To be

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

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

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe 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 of boredom

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the 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 must be out of your skulls
I'm almost

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone my mint
Read some I on a napkin
I do what I 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 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 space shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne

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
at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties

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

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

Wake up behind trenches
You run around
There is too to lose
You cannot 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 off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no for these brawds
He ain't them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

He'll leave a bruise on the so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is out ah
These and similes 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 themselves by
Like David
can go fuck themselves and just die

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

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