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

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

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

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

Wake up behind trenches
You run defenseless
There is too to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
someone 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 faced her
But his fangs come out, get your brains out
That's what I call blowing mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone 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 Mike
And tell that psycho to pass the
To the whacko before I a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to a cast
his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

Wake up these trenches
You run defenseless
There is too 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 paint off the
Spewing his to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln 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 fucked of sucking him off

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

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

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