Текст песни Eminem - Almost Famous   
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                                                                    (Verse 1) 
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 
A merk her with a Mossberg  
I'm pissed off get murdered 
Like someone took a ketchup squirter  
Squirted a frankfurter 
For a gangster you shoulda shit 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 shit 
His bridges, he out grow'd em 
He's so out cold he's knocked out of 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 flaunt 'em 
He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em 
Shit stained drawers 
You gon fuck 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 backing down you must be out of your dang skulls 
 
(Verse 2) 
I'm back for revenge 
I lost a battle that ain't happening again 
I'm at your throat like strep 
I step, strapped with a pen 
Metaphors wrote on my hand,  
Someone distorted my mint 
Read some I wrote on a napkin 
I do what I have to to win 
Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's 
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers 
And tell that psycho to pass the torch 
To the whack before I take a shit 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 prick 
You call me the champ; call me the space shuttle destroyer 
I just blew up the challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer 
I displaced my clause with enough plaster 
To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like burn choyder 
You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me 
See he's in a whole nother weight class 
He smokes your BB's you beat back bullets 
You're full of it; you were just in his CD's 
Left 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 
 
(Verse 3)  
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his balls 
Screaming the wood off the panel 
And cussing the paint off the walls 
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brauds 
He ain't given them shit, 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 
These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all 
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off 
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hand themselves by 
Like David Carradine 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 
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 winners and lords 
So bare witness to some biblical shit 
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it 
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous