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

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

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

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

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

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

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

When I come back, like nut on spine
I'm a thumb that you slept on, son
Now here I screaming 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 out of the South Pole
And nobody with him
Rigamortis and
dying of boredom

Take your best rhymes, 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just take your punch 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, hang it up like some crank
You think I'm backing down you must be out of dang skulls
I'm famous

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
Read I wrote 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 before 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 just blew up the Challenger, 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

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

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 changing
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes 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 Carradine
They can go fuck and just die

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

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