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I can almost it
This shit makes no to me
does 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 stop now
This maybe be the chance I get
To be

You dream of places
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
When you saw the get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs come out, get your blown out
what I call blowing your mind

When I come back, like nut on your
I'm a thumb that 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 bitches shit
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 your rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just your punch lines and snort 'em
stained drawers

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 some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your skulls
I'm almost

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like
I step, strapped a pen

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

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

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

You're the Eminem backwards, you're
See he's in a whole weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat back
full 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 a beast
His new Slim EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
almost famous

You dream of places
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, till 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 instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit while at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then they better pull me, take me to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, whole spot blowing
Who known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

And while I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and the bar
Higher than my opinion of these 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