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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shit your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I her around
But his come out, get your brains blown out
what I call blowing your mind

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He don't owe them 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 best rhymes, record 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your punch lines and 'em
Shit drawers

You gon fuck with a guy who 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 down you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up behind trenches
You run around
There is too much to
You cannot fill these

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
Read some I wrote on a
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who a mic prior's
Not even Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that to pass 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 word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne

You're the Eminem backwards, mini-me
See he's in a nother weight class
He smokes your BB's you back bullets
You're full of it; you were dissing his
Left at Infinite, now he's like 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 almost

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 much to
You cannot these shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the paint off the
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 a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
These and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

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

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