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

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

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

You dream of places
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

Wake up behind trenches
You run around
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 like a rapist
They me Slim Roethlisberger
I go than a fed up post office worker

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

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a terrible towel, I her around
But his fangs out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call your mind

When I come back, like nut on spine
I'm a thumb tack that you on, son
Now here I screaming attack like I just stepped on one

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

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

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

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

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

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

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not even Austin Powers, how the are they Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass 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 short a for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the space shuttle
I just up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no for these brawds
He ain't them 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, till Abraham Lincoln is out ah
These and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

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

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

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