Almost Famous
[00:01.84] can almost taste it
[00:05.02] This shit makes no sense to me
[00:07.43] What does it all mean?
[00:10.89] I can almost taste it
[00:13.28] I can almost see it
[00:16.20] This shit makes no sense to me
[00:18.59] What does it all mean?
[00:21.25] I can almost taste it
[00:24.17] Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it)
[00:28.68] This may be the last chance I get to be famous
[00:30.81] (I just wanna be famous)
[00:32.13] You dream of trading places
[00:33.73] I have been changing faces
[00:36.39] You cannot fill these shoes
[00:39.31] There is too much to lose
[00:42.50] Wake up behind these trenches
[00:45.42] You run around defenseless
[00:48.08] There is too much to lose
[00:50.73] You cannot fill these shoes
[00:53.65] I just wanna be famous, but
[00:55.51] Be careful what you wish you for
[00:58.43] I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
[01:00.04] They call me Slim Roethlisberger
[01:02.16] I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
[01:04.55] I murk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
[01:07.99] Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
[01:10.39] For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants
[01:13.04] When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
[01:15.70] How things turn around when his fangs come out
[01:18.62] Get your brains blown out, that's what I call blowin' your mind
[01:20.75] When I come back, like nut on your spine
[01:22.87] I'm the thumb tack that you slept on, son
[01:25.00] Now here I come, screaming "Attack" like I just stepped on one
[01:27.92] Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant scrotum
[01:31.11] He don't owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed 'em
[01:34.29] He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole
[01:36.42] And nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis and post mortem
[01:39.34] He's dying of boredom
[01:40.67] Take your best rhymes, record 'em, to try and thwart him
[01:43.85] He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
[01:45.45] Shit stained drawers
[01:47.57] You gon' fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
[01:49.44] While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
[01:51.03] Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
[01:53.68] You think I'm backin' down? You must be out of your dang skulls
[01:56.34] I'm almost famous
[01:58.21] You dream of trading places
[02:00.06] I have been changing faces
[02:02.71] You cannot fill these shoes
[02:05.11] There is too much to lose
[02:07.77] Wake up behind these trenches
[02:10.42] You run around defenseless
[02:13.60] There is too much to lose
[02:16.79] You cannot fill these shoes
[02:19.45] I just wanna be famous, but
[02:20.51] Be careful what you wish you for
[02:24.76] I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' again
[02:27.68] I'm at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen
[02:30.61] Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory
[02:33.53] Some I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to to win
[02:36.45] Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
[02:38.84] Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers?
[02:41.76] And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko
[02:45.22] 'Fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch
[02:48.13] Now get off my dick, dick's too short a word for my dick
[02:50.26] Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick
[02:52.65] Don't call me the champ, call me the Space Shuttle Destroyer
[02:56.39] I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact, I need a lawyer
[02:59.55] I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
[03:02.23] Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
[03:05.15] Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
[03:07.82] See, he's in a whole 'nother weight class
[03:10.20] He's slugs, you're BB's, you're bean-bag bullets
[03:12.32] You're full of it, you were dissin' his CD's
[03:14.45] Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
[03:17.11] No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
[03:18.70] His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D.R.E
[03:21.88] He's almost famous
[03:23.48] You dream of trading places
[03:25.60] I have been changing faces
[03:31.18] You cannot fill these shoes
[03:31.98] There is too much to lose
[03:34.11] Wake up behind these trenches
[03:36.77] You run around defenseless
[03:39.95] There is too much to lose
[03:42.35] You cannot fill these shoes
[03:45.00] I just wanna be famous, but
[03:46.32] Be careful what you wish you for
[03:49.25] Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
[03:53.24] Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls
[03:56.17] Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads
[03:59.09] He ain't givin' them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
[04:02.01] He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
[04:04.93] When it scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out, "Ah"
[04:07.59] His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
[04:10.78] If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off
[04:13.43] They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by
[04:16.89] Like David Carradine, they can go fuck themselves and just die
[04:18.75] And eat shit while they at it, he's fuckin' had it
[04:21.93] He's mad at the whole world
[04:23.26] So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
[04:24.87] The bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushed
[04:27.78] Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
[04:30.70] 'Cause I ain't lookin' back, only forward, this whole spot blowin'
[04:33.62] Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
[04:36.58] And while I'm being poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the bar
[04:39.75] Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered
[04:42.40] So bare witness to some biblical shit, there's a cold wind blowin'
[04:45.87] This world ain't gonna know what hit it
[04:48.53] He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
