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

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

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

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

Wake up behind trenches
You run around
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 this game like a
They call me Slim
I go bezerker than a fed up post worker

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a squirter
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
When you saw the get to waving
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get your brains out
That's what I call blowing mind

When I come back, like nut on your
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, giant
He don't owe them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors on my hand
distorted my mint
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 they Meyers
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space shuttle
I blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my 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 weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat back
full of it; you were dissing his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone in his wheaties

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

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for brawds
He given them shit, he says 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 Lincoln is 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 or a neck tie,
To themselves by
Like Carradine
can go fuck themselves 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 a snowman girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me to 9th grade to school me
I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

And while I'm poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my 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 made it, he's finally