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

I can almost it
This shit makes no to me
does it all mean?
I can almost it

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

You dream of trading
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shit your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs come out, get your brains out
what I call blowing your mind

When I come back, like nut on your
I'm a thumb that you slept on, son
Now here I come attack 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

He's so out cold knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's dying of

Take your best rhymes, 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained

You gon fuck 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 down you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

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

up behind 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

I'm back for
I lost a battle ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like
I step, with a pen

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
some I wrote 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 they 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 short a word for my
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 just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a
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 smokes your BB's you beat bullets
You're of it; you were dissing his CD's
at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

They can go get a belt or a tie,
To hang by
Like Carradine
They can go fuck themselves and die

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, 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 back to 9th 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 while I'm being let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical
As a cold blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous