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

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

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

You of trading places
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
There is too to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a squirter
a Frankfurter

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

When I come back, like nut on 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, giant
He don't owe them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out cold he's out of the South Pole
And nobody with him
Rigamortis and
He's of boredom

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

You gon fuck 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 like some calls
You think I'm backing you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

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

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

Metaphors wrote on my
distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a
I do what I to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who a mic prior's
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
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 space shuttle
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 like Verne Troyer

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight
He smokes your BB's you beat back
You're full of it; you dissing his CD's
at Infinite, now he's back like 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 of trading places
I have changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a so hard

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

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

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

And while I'm being let me get a stoic and raise the bar
than my opinion of these 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