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

I can save it
This makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can taste it

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

You of trading places
I have been faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

I stuck my in this game like a rapist
call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed up post worker

A her with a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a squirter
Squirted a

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

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

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

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

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

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

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read some I wrote on a
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 they Mike
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 for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, me the space 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 and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

You're the backwards, you're mini-me
See in a whole nother weight class
He smokes BB's you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you dissing 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 Shady EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's almost

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

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

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 cussing the off the walls
his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a 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 and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of him off

They can go get a belt or a tie,
To themselves by
Like Carradine
They can go fuck and just die

And eat shit they at it
fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then they better pull me, me back 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
Higher than my of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical
As a cold wind blowing world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous