Eminem - Almost Famous Lyrics
Eminem Lyrics
Almost Famous Lyrics
[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 f*cks 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' f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cked 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 f*ck themselves and just die!
And eat shit while they at it he's f*cking 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]
[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 f*cks 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' f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cked 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 f*ck themselves and just die!
And eat shit while they at it he's f*cking 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]
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