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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his come out, get your brains blown out
what I call blowing your mind

When I back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack that you 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 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 take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained

You gon with 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 shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up these 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'm back for
I lost a that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat strep
I step, with a pen

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone my mint
Read some I wrote on a
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are Mike Meyers
And tell that 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

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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these
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 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

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

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole
So go to and build a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
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 he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

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