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

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

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

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
When you saw the get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I her around
But his fangs come out, get brains blown out
That's I call blowing 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 just on one

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle that happening again
I'm at your throat like
I step, strapped a pen

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read some I on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
his ass naked and peed 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 beat bullets
You're 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 turned into a
His new Slim EP's
Got the attention of the D. R. E
He's almost

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

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

He'll leave a on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln is screaming 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 hang by
Like Carradine
They can go fuck and just die

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

And while I'm being poetic let me get a and raise the bar
than my opinion of these winners and lords
So witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's famous