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

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

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

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like took a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

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

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

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

He's so out he's knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
Rigamortis and
dying of boredom

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

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

You dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read some I on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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

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

No treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Shady EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's famous

You dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up these trenches
You run defenseless
There is too to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so you can see the mark
the scars, till Abraham Lincoln 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

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

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

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