ALMOST FAMOUS

Yeah (yeah), can't stop now (can't stop now)... this may be the last chance I get- (I just want to be famous) to be famous. You dream of trading places I have been changing faces you can not fill these shoes there is too much to lose I wake up behind these trenches you run around defenseless there is too much to lose you can not 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 Roethlisberger I go berserker than a fed up post office worker a murker wit a Mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter for a gangster ya sure did shit your pants when you saw that chainsaw get to waivin' like a terrible towel how thangs turn around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out that's what I call, blowin' your mind when I cum back, like nut on your spine I'm the thumb tack that you slept on son now here I come screamin' “a tac!”like I just stepped on one low on the totem till he showed‘em, defiance, giant scrotum he don't owe‘dem bitches shit, his britches he out growed‘em he's so out cold he's knocked out at the South Pole, and nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis and post mortem he's dyin' of boredom, take your best rhymes record‘em to try and thwart him, he'll just take your punch lines and snort‘em shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck wit a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws while he dips‘em in PF Chang sauce games off homie, hang it up like some crank calls you think I'm backin' down, you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous. You dream of trading places I have been changing faces you can not fill these shoes there is too much to lose I wake up behind these trenches you run around defenseless there is too much to lose you can not fill these shoes (I just wanna be famous but) be careful what you wish for... I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle that ain't happenin' again I'm at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my mem -ry some are wrote on a nap-kin, I do what I have to to win pullin' out 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 wacko‘fore I take a shit in his jack-o-lantern and smash it on his porch now get off my dick, dick's to 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 matta' fact I need a lawyer I just laced my gloves wit' enough plasta to make a cast, beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Vern Troyer ya'll are Eminem backwards, your meni me's, see he's in a whole ‘nother weight class, he's slugs you're bb's you're bean bag bullets you're full of it, you were dissin' his CD's laughed a Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties no peace treaties, he's turned into a beast, his new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D-R-E he's almost famous... You dream of trading places I have been changing faces you can not fill these shoes there is too much to lose I wake up behind these trenches you run around defenseless there is too much to lose you can not fill these shoes (I just wanna be famous but) be careful what you wish for... Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin' his balls screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads he ain't given'‘em 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 when it scars ‘til Abraham Lincoln is screamin' out“awww!” his metaphors and similes ain't similar to them not at all if they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off they can go get a belt or a necktie, to hang themselves by like David Carradine they can go fuck themselves and just die and eat shit while they're at it he's fuckin' had it, he's mad at the whole world so go to hell and build a snowman, girl the bully's become bullied, if pussies get pushed, then they better pull me take me back to ninth grade to school me ‘cause I ain't lookin' back only forward this whole spot blow it who could have known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it and while I'm being poetic let me get historic and raise the bar, higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered so bare witness to some biblical shit, there's a cold wind blowin' this world ain't gonna know what hit it, he did it, he made it he's finally famous.