Almost Famous

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1. I can almost taste it
2. This shit makes no sense to me
3. What does it all mean?
4. I can almost taste it
5. I can almost see it
6. This shit makes no sense to me
7. What does it all mean?
8. I can almost taste it
9. Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it)
10. This may be the last chance I get to be famous
11. (I just wanna be famous)
12. You dream of trading places
13. I have been changing faces
14. You cannot fill these shoes
15. There is too much to lose
16. Wake up behind these trenches
17. You run around defenseless
18. There is too much to lose
19. You cannot fill these shoes
20. I just wanna be famous, but
21. Be careful what you wish you for
22. I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
23. They call me Slim Roethlisberger
24. I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
25. I murk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
26. Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
27. For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants
28. When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
29. How things turn around when his fangs come out
30. Get your brains blown out, that's what I call blowin' your mind
31. When I come back, like nut on your spine
32. I'm the thumb tack that you slept on, son
33. Now here I come, screaming "Attack" like I just stepped on one
34. Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant scrotum
35. He don't owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed 'em
36. He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole
37. And nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis and post mortem
38. He's dying of boredom
39. Take your best rhymes, record 'em, to try and thwart him
40. He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
41. Shit stained drawers
42. You gon' fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
43. While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
44. Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
45. You think I'm backin' down? You must be out of your dang skulls
46. I'm almost famous
47. You dream of trading places
48. I have been changing faces
49. You cannot fill these shoes
50. There is too much to lose
51. Wake up behind these trenches
52. You run around defenseless
53. There is too much to lose
54. You cannot fill these shoes
55. I just wanna be famous, but
56. Be careful what you wish you for
57. I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' again
58. I'm at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen
59. Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory
60. Some I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to to win
61. Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
62. Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers?
63. And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko
64. 'Fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch
65. Now get off my dick, dick's too short a word for my dick
66. Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick
67. Don't call me the champ, call me the Space Shuttle Destroyer
68. I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact, I need a lawyer
69. I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
70. Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
71. Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
72. See, he's in a whole 'nother weight class
73. He's slugs, you're BB's, you're bean-bag bullets
74. You're full of it, you were dissin' his CD's
75. Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
76. No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
77. His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D.R.E
78. He's almost famous
79. You dream of trading places
80. I have been changing faces
81. You cannot fill these shoes
82. There is too much to lose
83. Wake up behind these trenches
84. You run around defenseless
85. There is too much to lose
86. You cannot fill these shoes
87. I just wanna be famous, but
88. Be careful what you wish you for
89. Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
90. Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls
91. Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads
92. He ain't givin' them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
93. He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
94. When it scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out, "Ah"
95. His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
96. If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off
97. They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by
98. Like David Carradine, they can go fuck themselves and just die
99. And eat shit while they at it, he's fuckin' had it
100. He's mad at the whole world
101. So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
102. The bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushed
103. Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
104. 'Cause I ain't lookin' back, only forward, this whole spot blowin'
105. Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
106. And while I'm being poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the bar
107. Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered
108. So bare witness to some biblical shit, there's a cold wind blowin'
109. This world ain't gonna know what hit it
110. He did it, he made it, he's finally famous