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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
a Frankfurter

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

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

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

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

your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll take your 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. sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang
I'm almost

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother class
He your BB's you beat back bullets
You're of it; you were dissing his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back 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 been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
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 penny so

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes ain't to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get instead of sucking him off

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

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

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