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Almost Famous - Eminem [USUM71015396] (320)

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[00:01.00] I can almost taste it

[00:04.98] This shit makes no sense to me

[00:07.64] What does it all mean?

[00:10.58] I can almost taste it

[00:13.23] I can almost see it

[00:16.16] This shit makes no sense to me

[00:19.08] What does it all mean?

[00:22.00] I can almost taste it

[00:25.09] Yeah, can't stop now

[00:27.92] (I can almost taste it.)

[00:29.23] This may be the last chance I get to be famous

[00:30.99] (I just wanna be famous)

[00:31.96] You dream of trading places

[00:34.51] I have been changing faces

[00:37.16] You cannot fill these shoes

[00:39.83] There is too much to lose

[00:42.79] Wake up behind these trenches

[00:45.97] You run around defenseless

[00:48.64] There is too much to lose

[00:51.56] You cannot fill these shoes

[00:53.59] I just wanna be famous

[00:54.94] But be careful what you wish for

[00:58.40] I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist

[01:00.51] They call me Slim Roethlisberger

[01:02.37] I go berserker than a fed-up post-office worker

[01:05.19] I murk her with a Mossberg

[01:06.41] I'm pissed off, get murdered

[01:07.99] Like someone took a ketchup squirter

[01:09.47] Squirted a frankfurter

[01:10.89] For a gangster you sure did shit your pants

[01:13.23] When you saw the chainsaw get to waving

[01:14.74] Like a terrible towel

[01:16.34] How thangs turn around

[01:17.13] When his fangs come out

[01:18.10] Get your brains blown out

[01:19.16] That's what I call blowing your mind

[01:21.02] When I come back

[01:21.81] Like nut on your spine

[01:22.80] I'm the thumb tack

[01:23.75] That you slept on, son

[01:25.09] Now here I come screaming "Attack!"

[01:26.68] Like I just stepped on one

[01:28.17] Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em

[01:29.49] Defiance, giant scrotum

[01:31.09] He don't owe them bitches shit

[01:32.59] His britches, he out growed 'em

[01:33.93] He's so out cold he's knocked out at the South Pole

[01:36.57] And nobody fucks with him

[01:37.64] Rigor mortis and post mortem

[01:39.50] He's dying of boredom

[01:40.58] Take your best rhymes, record 'em

[01:41.91] To try to thwart him

[01:43.27] He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em

[01:45.04] Shit-stained drawers

[01:45.99] You gon' fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws

[01:48.39] While he dips 'em in PF Chang's sauce

[01:51.04] Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls

[01:53.44] You think I'm backing down?

[01:54.93] You must be out of your dang skulls

[01:56.79] I'm almost famous

[01:57.49] You dream of trading places

[02:00.14] I have been changing faces

[02:03.08] You cannot fill these shoes

[02:05.45] There is too much to lose

[02:08.66] Wake up behind these trenches

[02:11.32] You run around defenseless

[02:14.23] There is too much to lose

[02:17.16] You cannot fill these shoes

[02:19.55] I just wanna be famous

[02:20.61] But be careful what you wish for

[02:24.33] I'm back for revenge

[02:25.66] I lost a battle that ain't happening again

[02:27.83] I'm at your throat like strep

[02:29.42] I step, strapped with a pen

[02:30.76] Metaphors wrote on my hand

[02:31.98] Some are just stored in my memory

[02:33.57] Some I wrote on a napkin

[02:35.07] I do what I have to to win

[02:36.40] Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's

[02:39.33] Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers

[02:42.26] And tell that psycho to pass the torch

[02:44.27] To the whacko 'fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern

[02:46.83] And smash it on his porch

[02:48.06] Now get off my dick

[02:49.01] "Dick"'s too short of a word for my dick

[02:50.51] Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick

[02:53.59] Don't call me the champ; call me the space shuttle destroyer

[02:56.52] I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer

[02:59.43] I just laced my gloves with enough plaster

[03:01.20] To make a cast, beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

[03:05.19] Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're Meni Mes

[03:07.86] See he's in a whole 'nother weight class

[03:09.88] He slugs, you're BBs, you're bean-bag bullets

[03:11.64] You're full of it; you were dissin' his CDs

[03:13.49] Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties

[03:16.47] No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast

[03:18.74] His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D. R. E

[03:22.20] He's almost famous

[03:23.55] You dream of trading places

[03:25.69] I have been changing faces

[03:28.60] You cannot fill these shoes

[03:31.27] There is too much to lose

[03:34.45] Wake up behind these trenches

[03:37.11] You run around defenseless

[03:39.77] There is too much to lose

[03:42.71] You cannot fill these shoes

[03:44.82] I just wanna be famous

[03:46.16] But be careful what you wish for

[03:50.84] Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin' his balls

[03:53.69] Screaming the wood off the panelling

[03:55.03] And cussing the paint off the walls

[03:56.61] Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads

[03:59.53] He ain't given 'em shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

[04:02.19] He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark

[04:05.11] When it scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out, "Awww!"

[04:08.03] His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all

[04:10.95] If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

[04:13.61] They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by

[04:16.53] Like David Carradine they can go fuck themselves and just die

[04:19.19] And eat shit while they at it

[04:21.04] He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world

[04:23.08] So go to hell and build a snowman, girl

[04:24.95] The bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushed

[04:27.88] Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me

[04:30.69] 'Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing

[04:33.35] Who could have known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it?

[04:36.28] And while I'm being poetic let me get historic and raise the bar

[04:39.78] Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered

[04:42.43] So bear witness to some biblical shit

[04:44.46] As a cold wind blowing

[04:45.26] This world ain't gonna know what hit it

[04:46.85] He did it, he made it, he's finally famous