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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like took a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
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 mind

When I come back, nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack that you 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 them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

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

Take your rhymes, record 'em
try to flaunt '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. sauce
Game's up, homie, it up like some crank calls
You I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm famous

You dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
There is too to lose

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a
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 psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a 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 I need a lawyer
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 bullets
full of it; you were dissing his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like pissed in his wheaties

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the off the walls
his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
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 instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the world
So go to hell and a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the get pushed
Then they pull me, take 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 stoic and the bar
Higher than my opinion of these and lords
So bare to some biblical shit
As a cold wind this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally