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I can almost it
shit 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 almost it

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

I my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed up post office

A Merc her with a
I'm off, get murdered
Like took a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shit your pants
When you saw the get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read some I wrote on a
I do I have 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 that psycho to pass the
To the whacko before I a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

too short 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, matter fact I need a
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

He'll 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 don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

They can go get a belt or a 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 hell and build a snowman
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to me
'Cause I ain't back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not it

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