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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 it all mean?
I can taste it

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
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 blown out
That's what I blowing your mind

When I come back, like nut on your
I'm a thumb that you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming like I just 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 nobody with him
Rigamortis and
He's of boredom

Take your best rhymes, 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just take your punch lines and 'em
stained drawers

You gon with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like crank calls
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 these
There is too to lose

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

I want 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, strapped a pen

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

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

too short 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, matter I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes similar to them, not at all
If they don't it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit while at it
fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known 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 some biblical
As a cold blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous