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

I can almost it
This shit makes no to me
does it all mean?
I can taste it

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

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 just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

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

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

He's so out he's knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
Rigamortis and
dying of boredom

Take your best rhymes, 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
distorted my mint
Read some I on a napkin
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 they Meyers
And tell that psycho to 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 short a word for my
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the shuttle destroyer
I just up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with plaster to make a cast
his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

You dream of trading
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

Now he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' 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 them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so 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 like it, can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit they at it
He's 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 to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not it

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