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

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

Yeah, I can't now
maybe be the last chance I get
To be

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

I my dick in this game 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
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shit your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get your 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 just on one

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

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

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his
While he 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
up, homie, hang 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 have changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who a mic prior's
Not even Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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 naked and in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his
Screaming the off the panel
And the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no for these brawds
He given them shit, he says 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 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
Like Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to and build a snowman girl
The bullies bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, whole 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 winners and lords
So witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous