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

I can almost it
shit makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can taste it

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

You of trading places
I been changing faces
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 to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone 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 out, get your brains blown out
what I call blowing your mind

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

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them bitches
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 rhymes, record 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take punch lines and snort 'em
Shit drawers

You gon with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. 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 dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
Read some I wrote on a
I do what I to, to win

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Meyers
And tell that 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 me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a nother weight class
He your BB's you beat back bullets
You're of it; you were 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 attention of the D. R. E
almost famous

You of trading places
I have been changing
You can not fill these
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

can go get a belt or a neck 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 hell and build a snowman
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 known he'd grow to be a 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 gonna know what hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous