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

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

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

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
is too much to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

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

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his come out, get your brains blown 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 come screaming attack like I just on one

Low on the totem till he 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone my mint
some 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 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 short a word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the off the panel
And cussing the paint off the
Spewing his to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says pinch a penny so hard

He'll leave a on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is 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
Like Carradine
can go fuck themselves and just die

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole
So go to hell and build a snowman
The bullies become bullied, the get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I looking 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
than my opinion 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, finally famous