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I can taste it
shit makes no sense to me
What does it all
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
This be the last chance I get
To be

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the 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 dream of trading
I have been changing
You can not fill these
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

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

Dick's too a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I just my gloves with 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 whole nother weight
He smokes your BB's you back bullets
You're 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
He's famous

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to haters, showing no love for these brawds
He given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

leave 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 ain't to them, not at all
If they like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

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

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