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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

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

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

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

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

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

your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just take your lines and snort 'em
stained drawers

You gon fuck a guy who licks 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 been changing faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up these trenches
You run around
There is too to lose
You cannot these shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors on my hand
distorted my mint
Read I wrote on a napkin
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 psycho to pass the
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
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 shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, matter I need a lawyer
I just my gloves with 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 whole weight class
He your BB's you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you were dissing his
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his

No peace treaties, turned into a beast
His new Slim 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
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And the paint off the walls
his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he he'll pinch a penny so hard

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

can go get a belt or a neck tie,
To hang by
David Carradine
They can go fuck themselves and 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 get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot
Who known 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 opinion of winners and lords
So bare witness to biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous