• Title:Almost Famous
  • Artist:Eminem
  • Album:Recovery
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    [00:-2.00]Eminem - Almost Famous

    Yeah, can't stop now...
    This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous
    You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
    You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
    Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
    There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
    I just wanna be famous
    But be careful what you wish for!
    I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Rothelsberger
    I get beserker than a fed up postal worker
    A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
    Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
    For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
    The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial
    I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
    That's what I call blowing your mind, when I come back like ?? your spine
    I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son
    Now here I come screaming "attack" like I stepped on one!
    Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum
    He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em
    He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
    Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
    He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em
    Then try to thwart him, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em
    Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws
    While he dips 'em in ? sauce?
    Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
    You think I'm backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
    I'm almost famous
    I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle, that ain't happening again
    I'm at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen
    Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my mem-ory
    Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win
    Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior
    Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers
    And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for
    I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
    Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick
    Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!
    Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
    I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer
    I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
    Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer
    Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're menime's
    See he's in a-whole-nother weight class, his slugs your BB's
    Your bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's
    Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheeties
    No peace treaty's, he's turned into a beast
    His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the might DRE
    He's almost famous
    Now there he goes, in Dre's studio, cupping his balls
    Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls
    Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
    He ain't giving 'em shit, he's scissor pinch a penny so hard
    He'll leave a bruise on the brawn so dark
    You can see the mark when it scars, til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "AHHH!"
    His metaphors and similies ain't similar to them not at all
    If they don't like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off
    They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by
    Like David Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die
    And eat shit while they at it, he's fucking had it
    He's mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl
    The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
    They better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
    Cause I ain't looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing
    Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
    And while I'm being poetic, let me get a stork
    And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women ?
    So bare witness to some biblical shit
    As the cold wind blowing, this world ain't gonna know what hit it, he did it, he made it, he's finally famous!