Almost Famous Lyrics - Recovery - Eminem

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 see it 

This shit makes no sense to me 

What does it all mean? 

I can almost taste it 

Yeah, can't stop now 

This may be the last chance I get 

To be famous! 

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You dream of trading places 

Oh-oh, I have been changing faces 

Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes 

Oh-oh, there is too much to lose 

Oh-oh-oh-oh, wake up behind these trenches 

Oh-oh, you run around defenceless 

Oh-oh, there is too much to lose 

Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes 

I just wanna be famous 

But 

Be careful what you wish for! 

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I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist 

They call me Slim Roethlisberger 

I go berzerker 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 sure did shit your pants 

When you saw the chainsaw get to waving 

Like a terrible towel 

How thangs turn around 

When 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 at 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 thwart him 

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! 

You dream of trading places 

Oh-oh, I have been changing faces 

Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes 

Oh-oh, there is too much to lose 

Oh-oh-oh-oh, wake up behind these trenches 

Oh-oh, you run around defenceless 

Oh-oh, there is too much to lose 

Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes 

I just wanna be famous 

But 

Be careful of what you wish for! 

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 memory 

Some I wrote on a napkin 

I do what I have to to win 

Pulling 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 wacko 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 of a word 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 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 Me's 

See he's in a whole nother weight class 

He's slugs; you're BBs, you're bean-bag bullets 

You're full of it; you were dissing in 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 attention of the mighty D.R.E. 

He's almost famous! 

You dream of trading places 

Oh-oh, I have been changing faces 

Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes 

Oh-oh, there is too much to lose 

Oh-oh-oh-oh, wake up behind these trenches 

Oh-oh, you run around defenceless 

Oh-oh, there is too much to lose 

Oh-oh, you cannot fill these shoes 

I just wanna be famous 

But 

Be careful of what you wish for! 

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

Screaming the wood off the paneling 

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 "Aah!" 

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 

Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing 

Who could've known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it 

And while I'm being poetic let me get it stoic and raise the bar 

Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered 

So bear witness to some biblical shit 

There's a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it 

He did it 

He made it 

He's finally famous!