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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

For a gangster, you shit 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
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 come screaming attack like I stepped on one

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

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

Take your rhymes, record '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 blades of his
he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like crank calls
You think I'm backing you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm famous

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

Wake up behind these
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

I'm back for
I lost a battle that happening again
I'm at throat 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

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

too short 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, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

You dream of places
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just to be famous
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
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these
He ain't given 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, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

And eat shit while at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to and build a snowman girl
The become bullied, the pussies get pushed
they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd 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 opinion of these and lords
So bare witness to some biblical
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know hit it
He did it, he made it, he's famous