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

I can save it
This makes no sense to me
What does it all
I can almost it

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
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 fuck are they Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
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 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 fact I need a
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' 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 he'll pinch a penny so hard

He'll a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These 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 hang by
Like Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

And eat shit they at it
fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then 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 known he'd grow to be a poet and not it

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