Almost Famous (Explicit)

I can almost taste it

This s**t makes no sense to me

What does it all mean

I can almost taste it

I can almost see it

This s**t makes no sense to me

What does it all mean

I can almost taste it

I can almost taste it

Yeah can't stop now

This might be the last chance I get to be famous

I just wanna be famous

You dream of trading places I have been changing faces

You cannot fill these shoes there is too much to lose

Wake up behind these trenches you run around defenseless

There is too much to lose you cannot fill these shoes

I just wanna be famous but

Be careful what you wish for

I stuck my d**k in this game like a rapist

They call me Slim Roethlisberger

I go berserker than a fedup post office worker

I murk her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off get murdered

Like someone took a ketchup squirter squirted a frankfurter

For a gangster you sure did s**t your pants

When you saw the chainsaw get to waving 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 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 'til he showed 'em defiance giant scrotum

He don't owe them b***hes s**t his britches he outgrowed 'em

He's so out cold he's knocked out at the South Pole

And nobody f**ks with him rigor mortis and post mortem

He's dyin'of boredom

Take your best rhymes record 'em then try to thwart him

He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em

S**tstained drawers you gon'f**k 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 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 cannot fill these shoes there is too much to lose

Wake up behind these trenches you run around defenseless

There is too much to lose you cannot fill these shoes

I just wanna be famous but

Be careful what you wish for

I'm back for revenge I lost a 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 memory

Some I wrote on a napkin 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 f**k are they Mike Myers

And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko

'Fore I take a s**t in his JackOLantern and smash it on his porch

Now get off my d**k 'd**k''s too short of a word for my d**k

Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick

Don't 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 a*s naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer

See he's in a whole nother weight class

You're full of it you were dissin'his CD's

Laughed 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 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 cannot fill these shoes there is too much to lose

Wake up behind these trenches you run around defenseless

There is too much to lose you cannot 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 givin'them s**t 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 'til Abraham Lincoln is screamin'out Ahh

These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them not at all

If they don't like it they can all get f**ked

Instead of suckin'him off

They can go get a belt or a neck tie to hang themselves by

Like David Carradine they can go f**k themselves and just die

And eat s**t while they at it he's f**kin'had it

He's mad at the whole world

So go to hell and build a snowman girl

The bullies become bullied and pussies get pushed

Then they better pull me take me back to 9th grade to school me

'Cause I ain't lookin'back only forward this whole spot blowin'

Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

And while I'm bein'poetic let me get it stoic and raise the bar

Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered

So bear witness to some biblical s**t 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