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

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

Yeah, I can't now
maybe be the last chance I get
To be

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like took a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

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

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

Low on the totem till he 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He don't owe bitches shit
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 of boredom

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

You gon with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he '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 skulls
I'm famous

You dream of places
I have 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 these shoes

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
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 Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
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 me the champ, call me the space shuttle 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 he's in a whole weight class
He smokes your BB's you back bullets
You're full of it; you were his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his

No treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim EP's
Got the attention of the D. R. E
almost famous

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

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

I just want to be
But be what 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 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 fucked 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 they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole
So go to hell and build a snowman
The become 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 while I'm poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
than my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare witness to biblical shit
As a wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's famous