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

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

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

You dream of places
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

I stuck my dick in this game a rapist
They me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed up post 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 your blown out
That's what I blowing your mind

When I come back, like nut on your
I'm a thumb tack you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming attack like I just 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 he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks him
and postmortem
He's of boredom

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle that happening again
I'm at your like strep
I step, with a pen

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote 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 they Mike
And tell that 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 a word 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 with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

You're the 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 were dissing his
at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties

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

You dream of places
I have been faces
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham is screaming out ah
These metaphors and 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 themselves by
David Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

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