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

I can save it
This makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can taste it

Yeah, I stop now
This maybe be the last I get
To be

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

I stuck my dick in this game a rapist
They call me Roethlisberger
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 your 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 blowing mind

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

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

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

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his
While he dips 'em in P.F. sauce
up, homie, hang 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 changing faces
You can not fill these
There is too to lose

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

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 like
I step, with a pen

Metaphors on my hand
distorted my mint
Read some I on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who 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 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, call me the space destroyer
I blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

Wake up behind trenches
You run around
There is too to lose
You fill these shoes

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
These and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat while they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman
The bullies become bullied, the get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th to school me
'Cause I looking back, only forward, this whole 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 of these winners 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 finally