Eminem ft. Liz Rodrigues - Almost Famous | Текст песни

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• Eminem ft. Liz Rodrigues
• Almost Famous

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 savour it,
This shit makes no sense to me,
What does it all mean??
I can almost taste it...

Yeah, can't stop now...
This maybe the last chance I get
To be famous!

[Chorus:]
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 defenceless,
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 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 frankfurter
For a gangster you shoulda 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 bridges, 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
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

(Verse 2)
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,
Someone distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I have to to win
Pull at it 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 whack before 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 displaced my clause with enough plaster
To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner
like burn choyder
You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat back 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

(Verse 3)
Now there he goes in Dre's studio
Cupping 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 brauds.
He ain't giving 'em 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 til Abraham Lincoln
Is screaming out \"AHHH!\"
His metaphors and similies
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 Carra

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