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

I can save it
This makes no sense to me
What does it all
I can taste it

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

You dream of trading
I been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs come out, get your blown out
That's what I call 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 stepped on one

Low on the till he showed '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 fucks him
Rigamortis and
dying of boredom

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his
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 be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

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

Wake up these 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 lost a battle that happening again
I'm at your like strep
I step, strapped a pen

Metaphors on my hand
distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a
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 tell that psycho to pass the
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

Dick's too short a word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the shuttle destroyer
I blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just my gloves with enough plaster 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 whole weight class
He smokes your BB's you back bullets
You're of it; you were dissing his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his

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

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

Wake up these trenches
You run around
There is too much to
You cannot 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 hate to these haters, 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 so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes ain't to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get instead of sucking him off

They can go get a or a neck tie,
To themselves by
David Carradine
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 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, this whole blowing
Who coulda he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

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