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

I can save it
This shit makes no to me
What does it all
I can taste it

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

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 to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

I stuck my in this game 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 a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

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

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

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

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

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

You gon fuck 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 you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

You of trading places
I have changing faces
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up these trenches
You run defenseless
There is too to lose
You fill these shoes

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

Metaphors 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 Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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 blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his like Verne Troyer

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole weight class
He your BB's you beat back bullets
full of it; you were dissing his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone 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 dream of places
I have been faces
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

He'll leave a on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes ain't to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get 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 whole
So go to hell and build a girl
The bullies bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better 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 being let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my of these winners and lords
So witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, finally famous