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

I can save it
This shit no sense to me
does it all mean?
I can taste 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 fill shoes
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
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 office worker

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
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 that you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming attack like I just on one

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

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

Take your best rhymes, 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just take your punch 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, it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful 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 wrote on a
I do I have to, to win

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

Dick's too short a word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
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 peed in his corner Verne Troyer

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

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

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a so hard

He'll a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is out ah
These metaphors and similes ain't 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
can go fuck themselves and just die

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

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