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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda shit your
When you saw the get to waving
a terrible towel, I faced her around
But his fangs 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 that you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming like I just stepped on one

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He owe them bitches 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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
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 they Meyers
And tell that psycho to the torch
To the whacko before I take a 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 call me the champ, call me the space shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves 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 class
He smokes your BB's you back bullets
You're full of it; you were dissing his
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone in his wheaties

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

You dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

He'll leave a on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes 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 hang by
Like David
They can go themselves and just die

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

And while I'm poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these 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 it, he's finally famous