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

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

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

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her with a
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 out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing mind

When I back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb that you slept on, son
Now here I screaming attack like I just stepped on one

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
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 fucks him
and postmortem
He's dying of

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

You gon fuck a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
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 skulls
I'm almost

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read some I on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

Dick's too short a for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I just laced my with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

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 cussing the paint off the
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 leave a bruise on the so dark you can see the mark
the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming 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
David Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

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

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