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

I can save it
This shit makes no to me
What does it all
I can taste 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 these
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda shit your
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his fangs out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing mind

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

Low on the totem till he 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them bitches
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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what 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 distorted my
Read some I on a napkin
I do what I 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 tell that to pass the torch
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

Dick's too short a for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

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

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