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

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

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

You dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

Wake up behind these
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm off, get murdered
Like 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 her around
But his come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call your mind

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

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

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

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

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 calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang
I'm famous

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

Pull at it all stops, any who a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike
And tell that to pass the torch
To the whacko before I a shit 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 shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I just laced my gloves with plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

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

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

You dream of places
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

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 to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, till Abraham is screaming out ah
metaphors and similes 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 belt or a tie,
To hang by
David Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

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

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