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

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

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

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up behind these
You run around
is too much to lose
You cannot fill these

I just want to be
But be what you wish 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 shoulda shit your
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs come out, get your brains out
That's what I call blowing your

When I come back, 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 he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you 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 distorted my
Read some I wrote on a
I do I have to, to win

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
To the before I take 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, me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to 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 your BB's you beat back bullets
full 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 into a beast
His new Slim EP's
Got the attention of the D. R. E
He's almost

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the off the panel
And cussing the paint off the
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 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 don't like it, can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a girl
The bullies become bullied, the 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 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 opinion of winners and lords
So bare 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