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

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

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

You of trading places
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

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 than a fed up office worker

A Merc her with a
I'm off, get murdered
Like took a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

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

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

Low on the till he showed '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 South
And nobody with him
and postmortem
He's dying of

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

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

You of trading places
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

Wake up behind trenches
You run defenseless
There is too to lose
You fill these shoes

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read some I wrote on a
I do what I 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 that to pass the torch
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

Dick's too short a word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with plaster to make a cast
his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the paint off the
Spewing his to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he he'll pinch a penny so hard

He'll leave a on the bronze 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 belt or a tie,
To themselves by
Like David
can go fuck themselves and just die

And eat while they at it
fucking had it, he's 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, me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

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