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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I her around
But his fangs come out, get your blown out
what I call blowing your mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wake up behind trenches
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You cannot fill 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 like strep
I step, with a pen

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

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

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

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

You dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham is screaming out ah
These metaphors and similes ain't to them, not at all
If don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

They can go get a or a neck tie,
To hang by
Like Carradine
can go fuck themselves 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 become bullied, the pussies get
they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't back, only 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 to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous