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

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

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

You dream of places
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 cannot fill shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
a terrible 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, nut on your spine
I'm a tack that you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming like I just stepped on one

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
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
and postmortem
He's dying of

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

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

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read some I on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
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 blew up the Challenger, fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner Verne Troyer

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

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

You dream of places
I been changing faces
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be careful 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, showing no love for brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is 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

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

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

And while I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and the bar
Higher than my of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some shit
As a cold wind blowing this world gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally