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

I can save it
This shit makes no to me
What it all mean?
I can almost it

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda shit your
When you saw the chainsaw get to
a terrible towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get brains blown out
That's what I call blowing mind

When I come back, like nut on your
I'm a tack that you slept 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 bitches
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out cold he's knocked out of the Pole
And fucks with him
Rigamortis and
dying of boredom

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of dang skulls
I'm almost

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not fill these
There is too to lose

Wake up behind trenches
You run defenseless
There is too much to
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
Read some I on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

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

Dick's too short a 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 enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

You're the backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a 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 pissed in his

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his
Screaming the wood off the
And the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, no love for these brawds
He given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

He'll leave a bruise on the so dark 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 they don't it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

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

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