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I can almost taste it

This shit makes no sense to me

What does it all mean

I can almost taste it

I can almost save it

This shit makes no sense to me

What does it all mean

I can almost taste it

Yeah, I can't stop now

This maybe be the last chance I get

To be famous

You dream of trading places

I have been changing faces

You can not fill these shoes

There is too much too lose

Wake up behind these trenches

You run around defenseless

There is too much too lose

You can not fill these shoes

I just want to be Famous

But, Be careful what you wish 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 mark 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 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 britches, he out grow'd em

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

And nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis 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 crank calls

You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls

I'm almost famous

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, some are just stored in my mem-ory

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 fuck are they Mike Meyers

And tell that psycho to pass the torch

To the whacko fore 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 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-mes

See he's in a whole nother weight class

Hes slugs your BB's your bean bag bullets

You're full of it; you were just in his CD's

Left 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

Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his balls

Screaming the wood off the panel and cussing the paint off the walls

Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads

He ain't given them shit, 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, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out AHH

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 go get a belt or a 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, and pussies get pushed

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

Cus 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 historic 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