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

I can almost it
shit makes no sense to me
What 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 been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He don't owe them shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

You dream of trading
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 these shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

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

Dick's too short a for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, 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 Verne Troyer

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

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

You dream of trading
I have been changing
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you 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, no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he he'll pinch a penny so hard

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 similes ain't to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked of sucking him off

They can go get a or a neck tie,
To themselves by
David Carradine
They can go 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 become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to me
I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known 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 to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous