[Intro:]
I can almost taste it
This *** makes no sense to me
What does it all mean
I can almost taste it
I can almost save it
This *** makes no sense to me
What does it all mean
I can almost taste it

(Eminem)
Yeah, I can't stop now,
This maybe be the last chance I get,
To be famous

[Chorus:]
You dream of trading places,
I have been changing faces
You can not fill these shoes,
There is too much too lose.
Wake up behind these trenches,
You run around defenseless.
There is too much too lose,
You can not fill these shoes
I just want to be Famous,
But, Be careful what you wish for

[Verse:]
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed-up post-office worker
I'm Erkel with a Mossberg
I'm *** get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster you shoulda *** your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a Terrible Towel
I faced her around
But 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 ***
His britches, he out grow'd em
He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody ***s with him
Rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em
To try and thwart him
He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
*** stained drawers
You gonna *** with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P. F. Chang's sauce
Game's off, 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

[Chorus:]
You dream of trading places,
I have been changing faces
You can not fill these shoes,
There is too much too lose.
Wake up behind these trenches,
You run around defenseless.
There is too much too lose,
You can not fill these shoes
I just want to be Famous,
But, Be careful what you wish for

[Verse 2:]
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 I just stored in my mem-
-ory 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 *** are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a *** in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick
Dick's too short a word for my dick
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 ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're mini-me's
See he's in a whole nother weight class
He slugs your bb's your 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. Are. E
He's almost famous

[Chorus:]
You dream of trading places,
I have been changing faces
You can not fill these shoes,
There is too much too lose.
Wake up behind these trenches,
You run around defenseless.
There is too much too lose,
You can not fill these shoes
I just want to be Famous,
But, Be careful what you wish for

[Verse 3:]
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his balls
Screaming the wood off the panelling
And cussing the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
He ain't given them ***, 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 ahh
His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get ***ed 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 *** themselves and just die
And eat *** while they at it
He's ***ing 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
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cus 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 stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these women's been lower'd
So bare witness to some biblical ***
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous