 (Intro)
Yeah, can't stop now...
This may be the last chance I get to be famous
(Hook)
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!
(Verse 1)
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserk-er than a fed up post office worker
A merker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you sure did shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
I faced her around when 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 stepped on one
Low on the totem til he showed em, defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his britches, he out growed em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis and postmortem
He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record em
Then try to thwart him, he'll just take your punchlines and snort em
Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with a guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P. F. Chang's sauce?
Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
I'm almost famous
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle, that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my memory
Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win
Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior
Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko 'fore
I take a shit in his jack-o-lantern then smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick
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 of 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
Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini-Me's
See he's in a whole 'nother weight class, he slugs your BB's
Your bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's
Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
No peace treaties, he turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of mighty D-R-E
He's almost famous
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cupping his balls
Screaming the wood off the paneling, cussing the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
He ain't giving em shit, he'll scissor pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark
You can see the mark when it scars, til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "Ahhh!"
His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them not at all
If they don't like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David Carridine, 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 could of known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic, let me get a historic
And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women below it
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As the cold wind blowing, this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous!
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