Almost Famous
Eminem Lyrics


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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 may be the last chance I get to be famous
(I just wanna be famous)

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 defenseless
There is too much to lose
You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but
Be careful what you wish you for

I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
I murk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
How things turn around when his fangs come out
Get your brains blown out, that's what I call blowin' your mind
When I come back, like nut on your spine
I'm the thumb tack that you slept on, son
Now here I come, screaming "Attack" like I just stepped on one
Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole
And nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis 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
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 backin' down? You must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost famous

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 defenseless
There is too much to lose
You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but
Be careful what you wish you 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 to win
Pullin' out 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 wacko
'Fore 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
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
Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
See, he's in a whole 'nother weight class
He's slugs, you're BB's, 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 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 defenseless
There is too much to lose
You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but
Be careful what you wish you for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
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' 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
When it scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out, "Ah"
His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off
They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David Carradine, they can go fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it, he's fuckin' had it
He's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, and pussies 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 being poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered
So bare witness to some biblical shit, 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's “Almost Famous” are heavily focused on the rapper’s desire for fame and success, as well as his hatred for those who doubt him or his abilities. The song is characterized by a series of violent and aggressive metaphors that reflect the anger and intensity of Eminem’s verses. Eminem is known for his lyrical genius and this song is no exception to that. The song starts with the rapper expressing his disbelief toward the fact that he is yet to achieve his ultimate goal, fame. He then goes on to vent his frustration with the people who criticize him and doubt his abilities as a rapper. The lyrics also reflect Eminem's lyrical prowess, with punchlines and metaphors that are both clever and provocative.


The chorus of “Almost Famous” revolves around Eminem's desire to be famous and the fact that he feels he is very close to achieving this. The song is characterized by a mixture of emotion, with moments of vulnerability and introspection alongside violent imagery that portrays Eminem as a force to be reckoned with. The lyrics ultimately reflect the struggles of young artists who are perceived as outsiders and their desire to break into the mainstream industry.


Line by Line Meaning

I can almost taste it
The singer is close to achieving their goal and can sense its imminent accomplishment.


This shit makes no sense to me
The singer is expressing their confusion about the situation they find themselves in.


What does it all mean?
The singer is struggling to understand the significance of their experiences.


Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it)
The artist is aware that they need to push forward and keep working towards their goal, as they are so close to achieving it.


This may be the last chance I get to be famous (I just wanna be famous)
The artist recognizes that this opportunity may be their last chance to achieve the level of fame they are hoping for, and they are determined to make the most of it.


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 defenseless There is too much to lose You cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but Be careful what you wish you for
The singer is warning someone who aspires to take their place that it is a difficult position to be in, and that they shouldn't underestimate the challenges that come with fame.


I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist They call me Slim Roethlisberger I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker I murk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel How things turn around when his fangs come out Get your brains blown out, that's what I call blowin' your mind When I come back, like nut on your spine I'm the thumb tack that you slept on, son Now here I come, screaming "Attack" like I just stepped on one Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed 'em He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole And nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis 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 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 backin' down? You must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous
The singer is asserting their dominance and confidence in their abilities to succeed in the music industry, using violence and aggression as metaphors for their powerful lyrical prowess.


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 to win Pullin' out 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 wacko 'Fore 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 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 Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes See, he's in a whole 'nother weight class He's slugs, you're BB's, 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
The artist is expressing their determination to succeed in the music industry, using vivid metaphors to paint a picture of their lyrical prowess and confidence.


Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls 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' 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 When it scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out, "Ah" His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by Like David Carradine, they can go fuck themselves and just die And eat shit while they at it, he's fuckin' had it He's mad at the whole world So go to hell and build a snowman, girl The bullies become bullied, and pussies 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 being poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the bar Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered So bare witness to some biblical shit, 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
The artist is venting their frustrations and anger towards those who doubt and hate on them in the music industry, using vivid imagery and metaphors to describe their emotions and mindset. They are determined to succeed and elevate their art to the next level, regardless of the obstacles or negativity they may face.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Marshall Bruce Mathers, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Erik Albert George Alcock, Pranam Injeti, Liz Rodrigues, Daniel Tannenbaum

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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