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

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

Yeah, I can't now
This be the last chance I get
To be

You of trading places
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

For a gangster, you shit your pants
When you saw the get to waving
Like a towel, I faced 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 that you slept on, son
Now here I come attack like I just stepped on one

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

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

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

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

You dream of places
I have been changing
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 shoes

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone 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 Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
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 word for my
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 gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, no love for these brawds
He given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

leave a bruise on the bronze 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 like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit they at it
fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not 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 witness to some biblical
As a cold wind blowing this world gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous