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

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

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

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

Wake up these trenches
You run around
There is too much to
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 call me Slim
I go bezerker than a fed up post worker

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

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

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

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

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

your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit drawers

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

You of trading places
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

Wake up behind these
You run defenseless
There is too much to
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone my mint
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do what I 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 tell 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 for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to a cast
Beat his ass naked and in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes 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 belt or a tie,
To hang by
Like Carradine
can go fuck themselves and just die

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

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