Almost Famous
Can't stop now, this may be the last chance that I get.
[Chorus:]You dream of trading places,I have been changing facesYou can not fill these shoes,There is too much too lose.Wake up behind these trenches,You run around defenseless.There is too much too lose,You can not fill these shoesI just want to be Famous,But, be careful what you wish for
[Verse 1]I stuck my dick in this game like a rapistThey call me Slim RoethlisbergerI go bezerker than a fed-up post-office workerI'm Erkel with a MossbergI'm pissed off get murderedLike someone took a ketchup squirterSquirted a frankfurterFor a gangster you shoulda shit your pantsWhen you saw the chainsaw get to wavingLike a terrible towelI faced her aroundBut his fangs come outGet your brains blown outThat's what I call blowing your mindWhen I come backLike nut on your spineI'm a thumb tackThat you slept on sonNow here I come screaming attack like I just stepped on oneLow on the totem till he showed 'emDefiance, giant scrotumHe don't owe them bitches shitHis britches, he out grow'd emHe's so out cold he's knocked out of the South PoleAnd nobody fucks with himRigamortis and post-mortemHe's dying of boredomTake your best rhymes, record 'emTo try to thwart himHe'll just take your punch lines and snort 'emShit stained drawersYou gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsawsWhile he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauceGame's up, homie, hang it up like some crank callsYou think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skullsI'm almost famous
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[Verse 2]I'm back for revengeI lost a battle that ain't happening againI'm at your throat like strepI step, strapped with a penMetaphors wrote on my hand,Some are just stored in my memorysome i wrote on a napkinI do what I have to to winPull at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior'sNot even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike MeyersAnd tell that psycho to pass the torchTo the whack before I take a shit in his Jack-O-LanternAnd smash it on his porchNow get off my dickDick's too short a word for my dickGet off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prickDon't call me the champ; call me the space shuttle destroyerI just blew up the challenger, matter fact I need a lawyerI just laced my gloves wit' enough plasterTo make a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Vern TroyerYou're the Eminem backwards, you're meni-meSee he's in a whole nother weight classHe slugs, your BB's your bean bag bulletsYou're full of it; you were dissin' his CD'sLAUGHED at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheatiesNo peace treaties, he's turned into a beastHis new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D. R. E HE'S ALMOST FAMOUS
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[Verse 3]Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his ballsScreaming the wood off the panellingAnd cussing the paint off the wallsSpewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these braudsHe ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hardHe'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the markWith the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out AHHThese metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at allIf they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him offThey can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves byLike David Carradine they can go fuck themselves and just dieAnd eat shit while they at itHe's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole worldSo go to hell and build a snowman girlThe bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushedThen they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school meCus I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowingWho coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know itAnd while I'm being poetic let me get historic and raise the barHigher than my opinion of these women's been loweredSo bare witness to some biblical shitAs a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit itHe did it, he made it, he's finally famous