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

I can almost 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 have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

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

When I come back, like nut on 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 till he 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle that happening again
I'm at your like strep
I step, strapped a pen

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

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

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

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your 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 peace treaties, he's turned into a
His new Shady EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
almost famous

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you 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 love for brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so

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 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
They can go fuck themselves and die

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

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