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

I can save it
shit makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can taste it

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

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

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

He's so out cold he's out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks him
and postmortem
He's dying of

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

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

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 these

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read 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 fuck are Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the before I take 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 me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the 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 like it, they can all get fucked of sucking him off

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

And eat shit while at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole
So go to hell and a snowman 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 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 witness to some biblical shit
As a wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally