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

I can save it
This makes no sense 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 places
I have been faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

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

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

Low on the totem till he 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He don't owe bitches 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 dying of

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

You gon fuck with a guy who the blades 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 almost

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck 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 short a for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Troyer

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

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

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 fill shoes

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 the paint off the walls
Spewing his to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so

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

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

And eat while they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a girl
The bullies bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to 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 while I'm being poetic let me get a and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and
So bare witness to biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's famous