Yeah, can't stop now...

This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous

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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!

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I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Rothelsberger

I get beserker than a fed up postal worker

A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered

Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter

For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw

The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial

I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out

That's what I call blowing your mind, when I come back like ?? your spine

I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son

Now here I come screaming "attack" like I stepped on one!

Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum

He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em

He's so out cold, he's knocked out at 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 thwart him, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em

Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws

While he dips 'em in ? sauce?

Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls

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

I'm almost famous

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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!

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I'm back for revenge, I lost the 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 distorting my mem-ory

Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win

Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior

Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers

And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for

I take a shit in his jackolantern then 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 of fact, I need a lawyer

I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast

Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer

Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're menime's

See he's in a-whole-nother weight class, his slugs your BB's

Your bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's

Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheeties

No peace treaty's, he's turned into a beast

His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the might DRE

He's almost famous

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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!

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

Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls

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

He ain't giving 'em shit, he's scissor pinch a penny so hard

He'll leave a bruise on the brawn so dark

You can see the mark when it 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 Carridy, 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, the pussies get pushed

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 coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it

And while I'm being poetic, let me get a stork

And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women ?

So bare witness to some biblical shit

As the 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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