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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

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

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his come out, get your 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 attack like I just stepped on one

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

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

Take your best rhymes, 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take punch lines and snort 'em
Shit 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 some calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang
I'm famous

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

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

I want 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

Metaphors on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read some I on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike
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 a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space shuttle
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

the Eminem backwards, you're 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 pissed in his wheaties

No peace treaties, turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's almost

You dream of trading
I have been 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 these

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

Now there he in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And cussing the off the walls
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 bruise on the so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham is screaming out ah
metaphors 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 hang by
Like David
They can go themselves and just die

And eat shit while at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the world
So go to and build a snowman girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

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