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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
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 your brains out
That's what I call blowing your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read some I wrote on a
I do I have 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 the torch
To the whacko before I take a 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 shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, matter I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

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

And eat shit while at it
He's fucking had it, 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
I ain't 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
than my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare witness to biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous