0:00I can almost taste it
0:04This shit makes no sense to me
0:07What does it all mean?
0:10I can almost taste it
0:15This shit makes no sense to me
0:18What does it all mean?
0:21I can almost taste it
0:28This may be the last chance I get
0:32You dream of trading places
0:34Oh-oh, I have been changing faces
0:36Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes
0:39Oh-oh, there is too much to lose
0:42Oh-oh-oh-oh, wake up behind these trenches
0:45Oh-oh, you run around defenceless
0:48Oh-oh, there is too much to lose
0:51Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes
0:53I just wanna be famous
0:55Be careful what you wish for!
0:58I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
1:00They call me Slim Roethlisberger
1:02I go berzerker than a fed up post office worker
1:05A merk her with a Mossberg
1:06I'm pissed off get murdered
1:08Like someone took a ketchup squirter
1:09Squirted a frankfurter
1:10For a gangster you sure did shit your pants
1:13When you saw the chainsaw get to waving
1:14Like a terrible towel
1:16How thangs turn around
1:17When his fangs come out
1:18Get your brains blown out
1:19That's what I call blowing your mind
1:22Like nut on your spine
1:24That you slept on son
1:25Now here I come screaming "Attack!" like I just stepped on one
1:27Low on the totem till he showed 'em
1:29Defiance, giant scrotum
1:31He don't owe them bitches shit
1:32His britches, he out grow'd em
1:33He's so out cold he's knocked out at the South Pole
1:36And nobody fucks with him
1:37Rigor mortis and post mortem
1:39He's dying of boredom
1:40Take your best rhymes, record 'em
1:42Then try to thwart him
1:43He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
1:46You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
1:48While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
1:50Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
1:53You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls
1:57You dream of trading places
2:00Oh-oh, I have been changing faces
2:02Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes
2:05Oh-oh, there is too much to lose
2:08Oh-oh-oh-oh, wake up behind these trenches
2:11Oh-oh, you run around defenceless
2:14Oh-oh, there is too much to lose
2:16Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes
2:19I just wanna be famous
2:21Be careful of what you wish for!
2:26I lost a battle that ain't happening again
2:28I'm at your throat like strep
2:29I step, strapped with a pen
2:31Metaphors wrote on my hand
2:32Some are just stored in my memory
2:34Some I wrote on a napkin
2:35I do what I have to to win
2:36Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
2:39Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers?
2:42And tell that psycho to pass the torch
2:44To the wacko before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
2:47And smash it on his porch
2:49Dick's too short of a word for my dick
2:51Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick
2:53Don't call me the champ; call me the space shuttle destroyer
2:56I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
2:59I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
3:02Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner
3:05Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Me's
3:08See he's in a whole nother weight class
3:10He's slugs; you're BBs, you're bean-bag bullets
3:12You're full of it; you were dissing in his CD's
3:14Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
3:16No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
3:19His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D.R.E.
3:23You dream of trading places
3:25Oh-oh, I have been changing faces
3:28Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes
3:31Oh-oh, there is too much to lose
3:34Oh-oh-oh-oh, wake up behind these trenches
3:37Oh-oh, you run around defenceless
3:39Oh-oh, there is too much to lose
3:42Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes
3:45I just wanna be famous
3:47Be careful of what you wish for!
3:50Now there he goes in Dre's studio cupping his balls
3:53Screaming the wood off the paneling
3:55And cussing the paint off the walls
3:57Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
3:59He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
4:02He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
4:05With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "Aah!"
4:08These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
4:11If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off
4:13They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by
4:16Like David Carradine they can go fuck themselves and just die
4:19And eat shit while they at it
4:21He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
4:23So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
4:25The bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushed
4:28Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
4:31Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
4:34Who could've known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
4:36And while I'm being poetic let me get it stoic and raise the bar
4:40Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered
4:42So bear witness to some biblical shit
4:44There's a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it