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EMINEM lyrics : "Almost Famous"

[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 %#@! 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 (*##$es %#@!
His bridges, he out grow'd em

He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody $#&@s 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
%#@! stained drawers
You gon $#&@ 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 $#&@ are they Mike Meyers

And tell that psycho to pass the torch
To the whack before I take a %#@! 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 $$# 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 cuppin his balls
Screaming the wood off the panel

And cussing the pain off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brauds
He ain't given them %#@!, 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 $#&@ed instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hand themselves by
Like David Carradine they can go $#&@ themselves and just die
And eat %#@! while they at it
He's $#&@ing had it, he's mad at the whole world

So go to hell and build a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the !@#( 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 a? and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical %#@!
As a 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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