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

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

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

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

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

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 than a fed up post office worker

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a 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 your brains out
That's what I call blowing 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 till he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
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 with him
and postmortem
He's dying of

Take your rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit 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, 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 places
I have been changing
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors 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 Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

Dick's too short a word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space shuttle
I just 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 corner like Troyer

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight
He smokes BB's you beat back 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 Shady EP's
Got the attention of the D. R. E
almost famous

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

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

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

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

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