Almost Famous Lyrics – Eminem
Eminem narrates the history of his rise, from the freestyle battle circuit to rap superstardom. The title is borrowed from the movie Almost Famous, which is about a young man discovering fame, drugs, and rock n' roll (like Em!).| Song Name : | Almost Famous |
| Album / Movie : | Recovery |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
I can almost taste itThis shit makes no sense to meWhat does it all mean?I can almost taste itI can almost see itThis shit makes no sense to meWhat does it all mean?I can almost taste it
Yeah, can’t stop now (I can almost taste it)This may be the last chance I get to be famous(I just wanna be famous)
You dream of trading placesI have been changing facesYou cannot fill these shoesThere is too much to loseWake up behind these trenchesYou run around defenselessThere is too much to loseYou cannot fill these shoesI just wanna be famous, butBe careful what you wish you for
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapistThey call me Slim RoethlisbergerI go berserker than a fed-up post office workerI murk her with a Mossberg, I’m pissed off, get murderedLike someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurterFor a gangster, you sure did shit your pantsWhen you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towelHow things turn around when his fangs come outGet your brains blown out, that’s what I call blowin’ your mindWhen I come back, like nut on your spineI’m the thumb tack that you slept on, sonNow here I come, screaming “Attack” like I just stepped on oneLow on the totem ’til he showed ’em defiance, giant scrotumHe don’t owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed ’emHe’s so out cold, he’s knocked out at the South PoleAnd nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis and post mortemHe’s dying of boredomTake your best rhymes, record ’em, to try and thwart himHe’ll just take your punch lines and snort ’emShit stained drawersYou gon’ fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsawsWhile he dips ’em in P.F. Chang’s sauce?Game’s up, homie, hang it up like some crank callsYou think I’m backin’ down? You must be out of your dang skullsI’m almost famous
You dream of trading placesI have been changing facesYou cannot fill these shoesThere is too much to loseWake up behind these trenchesYou run around defenselessThere is too much to loseYou cannot fill these shoesI just wanna be famous, butBe careful what you wish you for
I’m back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain’t happenin’ againI’m at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a penMetaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memorySome I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to to winPullin’ out all stops, any who touch a mic prior’sNot even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers?And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko‘Fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porchNow get off my dick, dick’s too short a word for my dickGet off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prickDon’t call me the champ, call me the Space Shuttle DestroyerI just blew up the Challenger, matter fact, I need a lawyerI just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a castBeat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne TroyerY’all are Eminem backwards, you’re Mini MesSee, he’s in a whole ‘nother weight classHe’s slugs, you’re BB’s, you’re bean-bag bulletsYou’re full of it, you were dissin’ his CD’sLaughed at Infinite, now he’s back like someone pissed in his WheatiesNo peace treaties, he’s turned into a beastHis new Slim Shady EP’s got the attention of the mighty D.R.EHe’s almost famous
You dream of trading placesI have been changing facesYou cannot fill these shoesThere is too much to loseWake up behind these trenchesYou run around defenselessThere is too much to loseYou cannot fill these shoesI just wanna be famous, butBe careful what you wish you for
Now there he goes in Dre’s studio, cuppin’ his ballsScreamin’ the wood off the panelin’, cussin’ the paint off the wallsSpewin’ his hate to these haters, showin’ no love for these broadsHe ain’t givin’ them shit, he says he’ll pinch a penny so hardHe’ll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the markWhen it scars, ’til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out, “Ah”His metaphors and similes ain’t similar to them, not at allIf they don’t like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin’ him offThey can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves byLike David Carradine, they can go fuck themselves and just dieAnd eat shit while they at it, he’s fuckin’ had itHe’s mad at the whole worldSo go to hell and build a snowman, girlThe bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushedThen they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me‘Cause I ain’t lookin’ back, only forward, this whole spot blowin’Who coulda known he’d grow to be a poet and not know itAnd while I’m being poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the barHigher than my opinion of these women’s been loweredSo bare witness to some biblical shit, there’s a cold wind blowin’This world ain’t gonna know what hit itHe did it, he made it, he’s finally famous