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

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

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

You dream of places
I been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

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

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

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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 down you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
To the whacko before I a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

Dick's too 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 a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

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

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

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his
Screaming the wood off the
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, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat while they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the world
So go to hell and build a snowman
The bullies 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 to be a poet and not know it

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