Eminem- Almost Famous Lyrics

[Verse 1] I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist They bid 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 dog For a gangster you shoulda shit your pants When you saw the chainsaw get to wave 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 head When I get 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 britches, 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 To try to frustrate him He`ll just have 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 crank calls You mean I`m backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I`m nearly famous

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[Verse 2] I`m game for revenge I missed a conflict 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 only stored in my memory some i wrote on a napkin I do what I get to to win Pull at it all stops, any who reach a mic prior`s Not even Austin Powers, how the know are they Mike Meyers And say that psycho to pass the torch To the whack before I have a bull in his Jack-O-Lantern And crush it on his porch Now get off my dick Dick`s too poor a book 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 fact I want a lawyer I just tied my gloves wit` enough plaster To produce a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Vern Troyer You`re the Eminem backwards, you`re meni-me 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 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 care of the mighty D. R. E HE`S ALMOST FAMOUS

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[Verse 3] Now there he goes in Dre`s studio cuppin his balls Screaming the forest off the paneling And cussing the key off the walls Spewing his hatred to these haters, showing no passion for these brauds He ain`t given them shit, he says he`ll pinch a penny so hard He`ll give a wound on the bronze so sorry you can see the note With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out AHH These metaphors and similes ain`t similar to them, not at all If they don`t wish it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off They can go get a knock or a neck tie, to hang themselves by Like David Carradine they can go fuck themselves and only die And eat shit while they at it He`s fucking had it, he`s mad at the solid world So go to hades and make a snowman girl The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to educate me Cus I ain`t looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing Who coulda known he`d turn to be a poet and not experience it And while I`m being poetic let me get a first and elevate the bar Higher than my view of these women`s been lowered 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

[Eminem- Almost Famous Lyrics]