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

I can save it
shit 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 of trading places
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

I stuck my dick in this like a rapist
They me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker a fed up post office 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
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get brains blown out
what I call blowing your mind

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
To the before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

too short 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, matter I need a lawyer
I just my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and in his corner like Verne Troyer

You're the Eminem backwards, mini-me
See in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you were 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 Shady 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
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the so dark you can see the mark
the scars, till 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 hang by
Like Carradine
They can go fuck and just die

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

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