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"Almost Famous"


[26 seconds instrumental intro]

[Intro:]
Yeah!
Can't stop now!
It's maybe the last chance I GET!
I just wanna be famous!

[Chorus: Female sings (Eminem)]
You dream of trading places (Oh-oh-oh!)
I have been changing faces. (Oh-oh-oh!)
You cannot fill these shoes (Uh-oh!)
There is too much to lose! (Oh-oh-oh!)

Wake-up behind this trenches (Oh-oh!)
You run around defencless (Oh-oh!)
There is too much to lose (Uh-oh!)
You cannot fill the shoes! (I just wanna be famous, BUT) - Be careful what you wish foooooor!

[Verse 1:]
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist! - They call me: "Slim Roethlisberger"
I go bezerker than a Fed-up post-office worker!
A merk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed off get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter squirted a Frankfurter!
For a gangster you shoulda shit your pants when you saw the
Chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial!
I faced her around, but his fangs come out
Get your brains blown out!
That's what I call - blowing your mind, when I come back!
Like nut on your spine, I'm a thumb tack!
That you slept on son!
Now here I come screaming: "attack! " like I just stepped on one!
Low on the totem till he showed 'em; defiance - giant scrotum!
He don't owe them bitches shit! - His bridges, he out grow'd 'em!
He's so out cold he's knocked out of 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 flaunt 'em! He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em!
Shit stained drawers! - You gon' fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce? !
Game's up, homie! hang it up like some crank call,
You think I'm backing down, you must be out of your dang skulls! - I'm almost famous!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I'm back for revenge! - I lost a battle that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep! - I step - strapped with a pen!
Metaphors wrote on my hand, someone distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to to win!
Pull at it all stops! - Any who touch a Mic Prior's
Not even 'Austin Powers', how the fuck are they Mike Meyers? !
And tell that psycho to pass the torch, to the whack before
I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch!
Now get off my dick! - Dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick!
You call me the champ; call me the space shuttle destroyer,
I just blew up the challenger! - Matter fact - I need a lawyer!
I just laced my gloves with enough - plaster
To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer!
You're the 'Eminem' backwards! - You're "Mini-me", see he's
In a whole nother weight class! - He smokes your BB's
You beat back bullets! - You're full of it; you were just in his CD's!
Left at "Infinite", now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties!
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast!
His new "Slim Shady LP's" got the attention of the mighty D-R-E! - He's almost famous!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin' his balls
Screaming the wood off the panel and cussing the pain off the walls!
Spewing his hate to these haters; showing no love for these brauds
He ain't given them shit! - He says he'll pinch a penny so hard!
He'll leave a bruise on the bronze, so dark you can see the mark with the scars,
Till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out: "Aahhh! "
These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off!
They can go get a belt or a neck tie - to hand themselves by
Like david carradine, 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!
Then they better pull me! - Take me back to 9th grade to school me!
Cus 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 winners and Lords!
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world, ain't gonna know what hit it! he did it, he made it!

[Outro:]
He's finally famous! [echoes] [beat stops]

[Thanks to KULCHURE for correcting these lyrics]

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