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

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

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

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

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

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

He's so out he's knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
Rigamortis and
He's of boredom

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that to pass the torch
To the whacko before I a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
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, me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I just laced my with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

No peace treaties, turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's famous

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

He'll a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham 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 instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and a snowman girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school 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 I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher my opinion of these winners and lords
So witness to some biblical shit
As a cold blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally