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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda shit your
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call your mind

When I come back, nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack that you on, son
Now here I come screaming attack like I 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 out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's dying of

Take your best rhymes, 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your punch 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
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang
I'm almost

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

I'm back for
I lost a battle that happening again
I'm at your throat like
I step, with a pen

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
some I wrote on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who a mic prior's
Not even Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that to pass the torch
To the whacko I take 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 me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
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, you're
See he's in a nother weight class
He smokes your you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you dissing his CD's
at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties

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

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

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

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 to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so

He'll leave a on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit while at it
He's had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman
The bullies become bullied, the get pushed
Then they better pull me, me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole blowing
Who coulda known he'd 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 of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some shit
As a cold wind blowing world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous