Almost Famous
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โฑ๏ธ 4:52 duration
๐ ID: 8905074
๐ Lyrics
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 (I can almost taste it)
This might be the last chance I get to be famous
You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
I stuck my - in this game like a -
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
I murk her with a -, I'm - off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you sure did - your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to wavin' like a terrible towel
How thangs turn around when his fangs come out
Get your brains -, that's what I call blowin' your mind
When I - back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack that you slept on, son
Now here I come, screamin', "Attack" like I just stepped on one
Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant -
He don't owe 'em -, his britches, he outgrowed 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole
And nobody - with him, rigor mortis and post-mortem
He's dyin' of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em, then try to thwart him
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 backin' down?
You must be out of your dang skulls, I'm almost famous
You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' 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 win
Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the - are they Mike Myers?
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko
'Fore I take a - in his Jack-o'-lantern and smash it on his porch
Now get off my -, -'s too short of a word for my -
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you -
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 - naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
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 dissin' 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 tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his -
Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls
Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads
He ain't givin' 'em -, 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 screamin' out, "Ah"
These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get -
Instead of -
They can go get a belt or a neck tie to hang themselves by
Like David Carradine, they can go - themselves and just die
And eat - while they at it, he's - had it
He's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, and - get pushed
Then 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 it?
And while I'm bein' 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 -, there's a cold wind blowin'
This world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
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 (I can almost taste it)
This might be the last chance I get to be famous
You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
I stuck my - in this game like a -
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
I murk her with a -, I'm - off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you sure did - your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to wavin' like a terrible towel
How thangs turn around when his fangs come out
Get your brains -, that's what I call blowin' your mind
When I - back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack that you slept on, son
Now here I come, screamin', "Attack" like I just stepped on one
Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant -
He don't owe 'em -, his britches, he outgrowed 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole
And nobody - with him, rigor mortis and post-mortem
He's dyin' of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em, then try to thwart him
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 backin' down?
You must be out of your dang skulls, I'm almost famous
You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' 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 win
Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the - are they Mike Myers?
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko
'Fore I take a - in his Jack-o'-lantern and smash it on his porch
Now get off my -, -'s too short of a word for my -
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you -
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 - naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
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 dissin' 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 tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his -
Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls
Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads
He ain't givin' 'em -, 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 screamin' out, "Ah"
These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get -
Instead of -
They can go get a belt or a neck tie to hang themselves by
Like David Carradine, they can go - themselves and just die
And eat - while they at it, he's - had it
He's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, and - get pushed
Then 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 it?
And while I'm bein' 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 -, there's a cold wind blowin'
This world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.03] I can almost taste it
[00:04.38] This shit makes no sense to me
[00:07.66] What does it all mean?
[00:10.65] I can almost taste it
[00:12.73] I can almost see it
[00:15.96] This shit makes no sense to me
[00:19.14] What does it all mean?
[00:21.70] I can almost taste it
[00:25.36] Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it)
[00:28.77] This might be the last chance I get to be famous
[00:31.82] You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
[00:37.39] You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
[00:42.96] Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
[00:48.51] There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
[00:53.34] I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
[00:58.21] I stuck my - in this game like a -
[01:00.67] They call me Slim Roethlisberger
[01:02.49] I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
[01:05.29] I murk her with a -, I'm - off, get murdered
[01:08.20] Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
[01:11.02] For a gangsta, you sure did - your pants
[01:13.44] When you saw the chainsaw get to wavin' like a terrible towel
[01:16.39] How thangs turn around when his fangs come out
[01:18.46] Get your brains -, that's what I call blowin' your mind
[01:20.74] When I - back, like nut on your spine
[01:23.11] I'm a thumb tack that you slept on, son
[01:24.99] Now here I come, screamin', "Attack" like I just stepped on one
[01:27.82] Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant -
[01:31.09] He don't owe 'em -, his britches, he outgrowed 'em
[01:33.95] He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole
[01:36.22] And nobody - with him, rigor mortis and post-mortem
[01:39.41] He's dyin' of boredom
[01:40.72] Take your best rhymes, record 'em, then try to thwart him
[01:43.19] He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
[01:45.27] -stained drawers, you gon' - with a guy
[01:47.25] Who licks the blades of his chainsaws
[01:49.14] While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
[01:50.91] Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
[01:53.65] You think I'm backin' down?
[01:54.90] You must be out of your dang skulls, I'm almost famous
[01:57.58] You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
[02:03.36] You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
[02:08.99] Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
[02:14.55] There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
[02:19.08] I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
[02:24.52] I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' again
[02:27.75] I'm at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen
[02:30.66] Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory
[02:33.51] Some I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to win
[02:36.25] Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
[02:39.36] Not even Austin Powers, how the - are they Mike Myers?
[02:42.33] And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko
[02:45.18] 'Fore I take a - in his Jack-o'-lantern and smash it on his porch
[02:48.04] Now get off my -, -'s too short of a word for my -
[02:50.99] Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you -
[02:54.03] Don't call me the Champ, call me the Space Shuttle Destroyer
[02:56.75] I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact, I need a lawyer
[02:59.69] I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
[03:02.56] Beat his - naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
[03:05.43] Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
[03:07.74] See, he's in a whole nother weight class
[03:09.89] He's slugs, you're BBs, you're bean-bag bullets
[03:12.26] You're full of it, you were dissin' his CD's
[03:13.86] Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
[03:16.78] No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
[03:18.82] His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D.R.E
[03:22.51] He's almost famous
[03:23.21] You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
[03:28.74] You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
[03:34.37] Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
[03:39.93] There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
[03:44.53] I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
[03:50.23] Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his -
[03:53.61] Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls
[03:56.88] Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads
[03:59.13] He ain't givin' 'em -, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
[04:02.03] He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
[04:05.23] With the scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screamin' out, "Ah"
[04:07.88] These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
[04:10.75] If they don't like it, they can all get -
[04:12.40] Instead of -
[04:13.65] They can go get a belt or a neck tie to hang themselves by
[04:16.59] Like David Carradine, they can go - themselves and just die
[04:19.38] And eat - while they at it, he's - had it
[04:21.98] He's mad at the whole world
[04:23.09] So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
[04:25.11] The bullies become bullied, and - get pushed
[04:27.74] Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
[04:30.98] 'Cause I ain't lookin' back, only forward, this whole spot blowin'
[04:33.87] Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it?
[04:36.76] And while I'm bein' poetic, let me get it Stoic and raise the bar
[04:39.42] Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered
[04:42.35] So bear witness to some biblical -, there's a cold wind blowin'
[04:45.22] This world ain't gonna know what hit it
[04:46.77] He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
[04:48.61]
[00:04.38] This shit makes no sense to me
[00:07.66] What does it all mean?
[00:10.65] I can almost taste it
[00:12.73] I can almost see it
[00:15.96] This shit makes no sense to me
[00:19.14] What does it all mean?
[00:21.70] I can almost taste it
[00:25.36] Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it)
[00:28.77] This might be the last chance I get to be famous
[00:31.82] You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
[00:37.39] You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
[00:42.96] Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
[00:48.51] There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
[00:53.34] I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
[00:58.21] I stuck my - in this game like a -
[01:00.67] They call me Slim Roethlisberger
[01:02.49] I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
[01:05.29] I murk her with a -, I'm - off, get murdered
[01:08.20] Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
[01:11.02] For a gangsta, you sure did - your pants
[01:13.44] When you saw the chainsaw get to wavin' like a terrible towel
[01:16.39] How thangs turn around when his fangs come out
[01:18.46] Get your brains -, that's what I call blowin' your mind
[01:20.74] When I - back, like nut on your spine
[01:23.11] I'm a thumb tack that you slept on, son
[01:24.99] Now here I come, screamin', "Attack" like I just stepped on one
[01:27.82] Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant -
[01:31.09] He don't owe 'em -, his britches, he outgrowed 'em
[01:33.95] He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole
[01:36.22] And nobody - with him, rigor mortis and post-mortem
[01:39.41] He's dyin' of boredom
[01:40.72] Take your best rhymes, record 'em, then try to thwart him
[01:43.19] He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
[01:45.27] -stained drawers, you gon' - with a guy
[01:47.25] Who licks the blades of his chainsaws
[01:49.14] While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
[01:50.91] Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
[01:53.65] You think I'm backin' down?
[01:54.90] You must be out of your dang skulls, I'm almost famous
[01:57.58] You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
[02:03.36] You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
[02:08.99] Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
[02:14.55] There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
[02:19.08] I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
[02:24.52] I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' again
[02:27.75] I'm at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen
[02:30.66] Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory
[02:33.51] Some I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to win
[02:36.25] Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
[02:39.36] Not even Austin Powers, how the - are they Mike Myers?
[02:42.33] And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko
[02:45.18] 'Fore I take a - in his Jack-o'-lantern and smash it on his porch
[02:48.04] Now get off my -, -'s too short of a word for my -
[02:50.99] Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you -
[02:54.03] Don't call me the Champ, call me the Space Shuttle Destroyer
[02:56.75] I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact, I need a lawyer
[02:59.69] I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
[03:02.56] Beat his - naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
[03:05.43] Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
[03:07.74] See, he's in a whole nother weight class
[03:09.89] He's slugs, you're BBs, you're bean-bag bullets
[03:12.26] You're full of it, you were dissin' his CD's
[03:13.86] Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
[03:16.78] No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
[03:18.82] His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D.R.E
[03:22.51] He's almost famous
[03:23.21] You dream of tradin' places, I have been changin' faces
[03:28.74] You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
[03:34.37] Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless
[03:39.93] There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes
[03:44.53] I just wanna be famous, but be careful what you wish for
[03:50.23] Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his -
[03:53.61] Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls
[03:56.88] Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads
[03:59.13] He ain't givin' 'em -, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
[04:02.03] He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
[04:05.23] With the scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screamin' out, "Ah"
[04:07.88] These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
[04:10.75] If they don't like it, they can all get -
[04:12.40] Instead of -
[04:13.65] They can go get a belt or a neck tie to hang themselves by
[04:16.59] Like David Carradine, they can go - themselves and just die
[04:19.38] And eat - while they at it, he's - had it
[04:21.98] He's mad at the whole world
[04:23.09] So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
[04:25.11] The bullies become bullied, and - get pushed
[04:27.74] Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
[04:30.98] 'Cause I ain't lookin' back, only forward, this whole spot blowin'
[04:33.87] Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it?
[04:36.76] And while I'm bein' poetic, let me get it Stoic and raise the bar
[04:39.42] Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered
[04:42.35] So bear witness to some biblical -, there's a cold wind blowin'
[04:45.22] This world ain't gonna know what hit it
[04:46.77] He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
[04:48.61]