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I can almost it
This makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can almost 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 dream of trading
I have been changing
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
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 call blowing mind

When I come back, like nut on your
I'm a thumb that you slept 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 bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
some I wrote on a napkin
I do I have 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 before I take a in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

Now he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And the paint 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

leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
metaphors 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 or a neck tie,
To themselves by
Like David
They can go themselves and just die

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

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