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

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

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

You dream of places
I have been faces
You can not fill these
There is too to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her with a
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
a terrible towel, I faced her around
But his come out, get your brains blown out
what I call blowing your mind

When I come back, like nut on 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 till he 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South
And fucks with him
Rigamortis and
dying of boredom

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

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 crank
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your skulls
I'm famous

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

I'm back for
I lost a battle ain't happening again
I'm at your throat strep
I step, with a pen

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

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

too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Lincoln is screaming out ah
These metaphors and ain't 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 or a neck tie,
To themselves by
Like Carradine
They can go fuck themselves and die

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