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

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

Yeah, I stop now
This 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 behind trenches
You run defenseless
There is too much to
You cannot fill shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup
a Frankfurter

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

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

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

Take best rhymes, record 'em
try to flaunt '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, it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang
I'm famous

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
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 Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

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 laced my with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like 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 someone pissed in his wheaties

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

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

They can go get a or a neck tie,
To themselves by
Like Carradine
They can go fuck themselves and die

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole
So go to hell and a snowman girl
The bullies bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th 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 while I'm poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical
As a cold wind blowing this ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous