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I can taste it
This makes no sense to me
does it all mean?
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
This be the last chance I get
To be

You dream of trading
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

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

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

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

He's so out cold knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's dying of

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
some I wrote on a napkin
I do I have 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 that psycho to the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

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

You're the Eminem backwards, mini-me
See he's in a whole nother class
He smokes your BB's you beat back
full 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 into a
His new Slim EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's famous

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

up behind these trenches
You run around
There is too to lose
You fill these shoes

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

And eat while they 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 better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a and not know it

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