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I can taste it
This shit makes no to me
What 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
maybe be the last chance I get
To be

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs come out, get your blown out
That's what I call blowing 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 just 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 cold he's knocked out of the South
And nobody fucks him
and postmortem
He's dying of

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone 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 Mike Meyers
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

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

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

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

You dream of trading
I have been changing
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

Wake up these trenches
You run around
is too much to lose
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

He'll leave a on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and 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
David Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

And eat shit while at it
fucking 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 to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot
Who coulda he'd 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 blowing world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally