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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

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

For a gangster, you shit your pants
When you saw the 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 back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming attack like I stepped on one

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

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

your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just take your lines and snort 'em
stained drawers

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

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

Wake up behind these
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do what I 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 that psycho 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 short a for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, me the space shuttle destroyer
I blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his like Verne Troyer

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

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

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, his balls
Screaming the wood off the
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 a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham is screaming out ah
These metaphors and ain't similar to them, not at all
If they like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit while 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, 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 being poetic let me get a stoic and the bar
Higher than my of these winners and lords
So witness to some biblical shit
As a cold blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous