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(Intro)<br /><br />Yeah, can't stop now...<br />This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous<br /><br />(Hook)<br /><br />You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces<br />You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose<br />Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless<br />There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes<br /><br />I just wanna be famous<br /><br />But be careful what you wish for!<br /><br />(Verse 1)<br /><br />I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Roethlisberger<br />I go beserker than a fed up post office worker<br />A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered<br />Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter<br />For a gangsta, you sure did shit your pants when you saw<br />That chainsaw get to waving like a Terrible Towel<br />I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out<br />That's what I call blowing your mind, when I come back like nut on your spine<br />I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son<br />Now here I come screaming "attack" like I just stepped on one!<br />Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum<br />He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em<br />He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and<br />Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem<br />He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em<br />Then try and throw them, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em<br />Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws<br />While he dips 'em in P.F.chang sauce<br />Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls<br />You think I'm backing down, you must be out your damn skulls!<br />I'm almost famous<br /><br /><br />(Hook)<br /><br />You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces<br />You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose<br />Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless<br />There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes<br /><br />I just wanna be famous<br /><br />But be careful what you wish for!<br /><br />(Verse 2)<br /><br />I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle, that ain't happening again<br />I'm at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen<br />Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my mem-ory<br />Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to the win<br />Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior<br />Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers<br />And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for<br />I take a shit in his jackolantern and smash it on his porch<br />Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick<br />Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!<br />Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer<br />I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer<br />I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast<br />Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer<br />Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're menime's<br />See he's in a-whole-nother weight class, he's slugs your BB's<br />You're bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's<br />Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheeties<br />No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast<br />His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty DRE<br />He's almost famous<br /><br />(Hook)<br /><br />You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces<br />You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose<br />Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless<br />There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes<br /><br />I just wanna be famous<br /><br />But be careful what you wish for!<br /><br />(Verse 3)<br /><br />Now there he goes, in Dre's studio, cupping his balls<br />Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls<br />Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads<br />He ain't giving 'em shit, he scissor pinch a penny so hard<br />He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark<br />You can see the mark when it scars, til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "AHHH!"<br />His metaphors and similies ain't similar to them not at all<br />If they don't like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off<br />They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by<br />Like David Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die<br />And eat shit while they at it, he's fucking had it<br />He's mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl<br />The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed<br />Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me<br />Cause I ain't looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing<br />Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it<br />And while I'm being poetic, let me get a stork<br />And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered<br />So bare witness to some biblical shit<br />As the cold wind blowing, this world ain't gonna know what hit it, he did it, he made it, he's finally famous!
New song lyrics
(Intro)<br /><br />Yeah, can't stop now...<br />This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous<br /><br />(Hook)<br /><br />You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces<br />You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose<br />Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless<br />There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes<br /><br />I just wanna be famous<br /><br />But be careful what you wish for!<br /><br />(Verse 1)<br /><br />I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Roethlisberger<br />I go beserker than a fed up post office worker<br />A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered<br />Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter<br />For a gangsta, you sure did shit your pants when you saw<br />That chainsaw get to waving like a Terrible Towel<br />I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out<br />That's what I call blowing your mind, when I come back like nut on your spine<br />I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son<br />Now here I come screaming "attack" like I just stepped on one!<br />Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum<br />He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em<br />He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and<br />Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem<br />He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em<br />Then try and throw them, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em<br />Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws<br />While he dips 'em in P.F.chang sauce<br />Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls<br />You think I'm backing down, you must be out your damn skulls!<br />I'm almost famous<br /><br /><br />(Hook)<br /><br />You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces<br />You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose<br />Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless<br />There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes<br /><br />I just wanna be famous<br /><br />But be careful what you wish for!<br /><br />(Verse 2)<br /><br />I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle, that ain't happening again<br />I'm at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen<br />Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my mem-ory<br />Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to the win<br />Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior<br />Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers<br />And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for<br />I take a shit in his jackolantern and smash it on his porch<br />Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick<br />Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!<br />Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer<br />I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer<br />I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast<br />Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer<br />Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're menime's<br />See he's in a-whole-nother weight class, he's slugs your BB's<br />You're bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's<br />Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheeties<br />No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast<br />His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty DRE<br />He's almost famous<br /><br />(Hook)<br /><br />You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces<br />You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose<br />Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless<br />There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes<br /><br />I just wanna be famous<br /><br />But be careful what you wish for!<br /><br />(Verse 3)<br /><br />Now there he goes, in Dre's studio, cupping his balls<br />Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls<br />Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads<br />He ain't giving 'em shit, he scissor pinch a penny so hard<br />He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark<br />You can see the mark when it scars, til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "AHHH!"<br />His metaphors and similies ain't similar to them not at all<br />If they don't like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off<br />They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by<br />Like David Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die<br />And eat shit while they at it, he's fucking had it<br />He's mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl<br />The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed<br />Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me<br />Cause I ain't looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing<br />Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it<br />And while I'm being poetic, let me get a stork<br />And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered<br />So bare witness to some biblical shit<br />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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