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

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

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

You of trading places
I have changing 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 these shoes

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm off, get murdered
Like took a ketchup squirter
a Frankfurter

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

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
distorted my mint
Read some I on a napkin
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 Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

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

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

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

Now he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And cussing the paint off the
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 on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is out ah
These metaphors and ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get instead of sucking him off

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

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

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