Almost Famous

I can almost taste it This shit makes no sense to me What is it all mean I can almost taste it I can almost tame it This shit makes no sense to me What is it all mean I can almost taste it Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it) This maybe the last time I get, (I want 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 you for 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 towel 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 prank calls You think I'm backing 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 you for 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 displaced my clause 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 C-D's Laugh 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 E-P's got the attention of the mighty D-R-E He is 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 you for 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 LeBron so dark you can see the mark With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah 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 get a belt or neck tie, to hang 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 Cause 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 stoic 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, he's finally famous