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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

I stuck my dick in game like a rapist
They call me 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
Squirted a

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

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

Low on the totem till he 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them shit
His britches, he out 'em

so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody with him
Rigamortis and
He's of boredom

Take your rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just take punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained

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

You dream of 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 fill these shoes

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors on my hand
distorted my mint
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 Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to 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 a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

You're the Eminem backwards, mini-me
See he's in a whole nother 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 in his wheaties

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

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

up behind these trenches
You run around
is too much to lose
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

He'll a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes similar to them, not at all
If they like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

They can go get a or a neck tie,
To hang by
Like Carradine
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 a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then they better pull me, me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole blowing
Who coulda known grow to be a poet and not know it

And I'm being poetic let me get a stoic 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 it, he's finally famous