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

I can save it
This shit no sense 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 been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

When I back, like nut on your 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 them shit
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out cold he's out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks him
and postmortem
He's of boredom

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone my mint
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 are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
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, call me the space destroyer
I blew 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 Verne

You're the Eminem backwards, mini-me
See in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat back
You're full of it; you were his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone in his wheaties

No peace treaties, he's turned a beast
His new Slim Shady
Got the attention of the D. R. E
He's almost

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, his balls
the wood off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no 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 Abraham Lincoln is out ah
metaphors 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

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

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

And I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my 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 it, he's finally famous