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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

For a gangster, you shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get your blown out
what I call blowing your mind

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

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

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

Take your best rhymes, 'em
Then try to 'em
just take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained

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

You dream of places
I have been faces
You can not fill these
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
Read some I 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 Mike Meyers
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the before I take 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 shuttle
I blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

You of trading places
I have been changing
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up behind these
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 in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for brawds
He ain't given shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

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

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

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

And while I'm being 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 blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous