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

I can save it
This shit no sense 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 dream of places
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

Wake up these trenches
You run around
is too much to lose
You fill these shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

For a gangster, you shoulda your pants
When you saw the get to waving
Like a terrible towel, I faced her
But his fangs come out, get your brains out
That's what I 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 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 out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks him
Rigamortis and
He's dying of

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

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

You dream of trading
I have been 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 these shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle that happening again
I'm at your throat strep
I step, strapped a pen

Metaphors wrote on my
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do what I 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 tell that psycho to pass the
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 a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You call me the champ, call me the shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I a lawyer
I just laced my with enough plaster to make a cast
his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

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

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

I just to be famous
But be careful what you for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to haters, showing no love for these brawds
He ain't given 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 Abraham is screaming out ah
These metaphors and 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 or a neck tie,
To themselves by
Like Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

And eat while they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole
So go to hell and a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then they better 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 opinion of these and lords
So bare to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous