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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

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

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out cold knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's of boredom

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

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, hang it up like some crank
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your skulls
I'm almost

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike
And tell that to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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

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

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

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

Wake up behind trenches
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You cannot fill 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 the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a so hard

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and 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 or a neck tie,
To themselves by
Like David
They can go fuck and just die

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

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