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

I can save it
This shit makes no to me
does it all mean?
I can taste it

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a squirter
a Frankfurter

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

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

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
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
He's dying of

Take your best rhymes, 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit 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, it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang
I'm almost

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
distorted my mint
Read I wrote 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 are they Mike Meyers
And tell that 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

too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, me the space 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 like Verne Troyer

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole weight class
He smokes your you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you were 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 of trading places
I have been changing
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And cussing the paint off the
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these
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
the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes ain't to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of him off

They can go get a belt or a tie,
To hang by
David Carradine
They can go fuck and just die

And eat while they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman
The bullies bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th 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 I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and
So bare witness to some biblical
As a cold wind blowing this world gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous