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I can almost it
This shit makes no to me
does it all mean?
I can taste 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 be the last chance I get
To be

You of trading places
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

For a gangster, you shoulda shit your
When you saw the get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I her around
But his come out, get your brains blown out
what I call blowing your mind

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

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

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

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

You gon fuck a guy who licks the blades 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 down you must be out of dang skulls
I'm almost

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

up behind these trenches
You run around
There is too to lose
You cannot fill these

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

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

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

too short 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 naked and peed in his corner like Troyer

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

No peace treaties, he's turned a beast
His new Slim Shady
Got the attention of the D. R. E
almost famous

You of trading places
I been changing faces
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 what you wish for

Now he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the off the panel
And cussing the paint off the
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no 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, till Abraham Lincoln is 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

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

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

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