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

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

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

You dream of places
I have been changing
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 just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

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

Low on the totem he showed '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 fucks him
and postmortem
He's of boredom

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's
up, homie, hang 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 trading
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

I'm for revenge
I lost a that ain't happening again
I'm at your 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

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Meyers
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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

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

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

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

Wake up behind these
You run defenseless
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, cuppin' his
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, no love for these 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 Abraham is screaming out ah
metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If don't 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 David
They can go themselves and just die

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

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