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Eminem - Recovery (2010) - Almost Famous

Almost Famous
Eminem
Recovery (2010)

(Intro)

Yeah, can't stop now...
This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous

(Hook)

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!

(Verse 1)

I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim
Rothelsberger
I get beserker than a fed up post office 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 towel
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 nut
on 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 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 your dang
skulls!
I'm almost famous


(Hook)

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!

(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 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

(Hook)

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!

(Verse 3)

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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