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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shit your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs come out, get your blown out
That's what I blowing your 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 till he 'em
Defiance, giant
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

Metaphors 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 touch a mic
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Meyers
And tell that psycho to the torch
To the whacko before I take a in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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 blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his like Verne Troyer

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

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

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not fill 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

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

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

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

And I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of winners and lords
So bare to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally