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

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

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

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shit your pants
When you saw the get to waving
a terrible towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get brains blown out
That's what I 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 till he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He don't owe them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out he's knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's 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 licks the blades of his
While he dips 'em in P.F. sauce
up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your skulls
I'm famous

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

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle that ain't 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 I have to, to win

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I a shit 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 space shuttle
I blew 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 Verne Troyer

You're the backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother class
He smokes your BB's you back bullets
full of it; you were dissing his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like 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 trading
I have been faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

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

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
These and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of him off

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

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

And I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and
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 famous