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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup
Squirted a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
Read I wrote on a napkin
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 that psycho to pass the
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
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 just up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish 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 haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so

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

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

And eat while they at it
fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and a snowman girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, 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 stoic and the bar
Higher than my opinion of winners and lords
So bare to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally