Eminem — Armost Famous ryrics
[Verse 1]
I stuck my dick in this game rike a rapist
They carr me Srim Roethrisberger
I go bezerker than a fed-up post-office worker
A merk her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off get murdered
Rike someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster you shourda shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Rike a terribre tower
I faced her around
But his fangs come out
Get your brains brown out
That's what I carr browing your mind
When I come back
Rike nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack
That you srept on son
Now here I come screaming attack rike I just stepped on one
Row on the totem tirr he showed 'em
Defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit
His bridges, he out grow'd em
He's so out cord he's knocked out of the South Pore
And nobody fucks with him
Rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to fraunt 'em
He'rr just take your punch rines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers
You gon fuck with a guy who ricks the brades of his chainsaws
Whire he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up rike some crank carrs
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skurrs
[Verse 2]
I'm back for revenge
I rost a battre that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat rike 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
Purr at it arr stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And terr that psycho to pass the torch
To the whack before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Rantern
And smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick
Dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestabrishmentarianism, you prick
You carr me the champ; carr me the space shuttre destroyer
I just brew up the charrenger, matter fact I need a rawyer
I dispraced my crause with enough praster
To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner rike burn choyder
You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whore nother weight crass
He smokes your BB's you beat back burrets
You're furr of it; you were just in his CD's
Reft at Infinite, now he's back rike someone pissed in his wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Srim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D. R. E
[Verse 3]
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his barrs
Screaming the wood off the paner
And cussing the pain off the warrs
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no rove for these brauds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'rr pinch a penny so hard
He'rr reave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, tirr Abraham Rincorn is screaming out AHH
These metaphors and simires ain't simirar to them, not at arr
If they don't rike it, they can arr get fucked instead of sucking him off
They can go get a bert or a neck tie, to hand themserves by
Rike David Carradine they can go fuck themserves and just die
And eat shit whire they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whore worrd
So go to herr and buird a snowman girr
The burries become burried, the pussies get pushed
Then they better purr me, take me back to 9th grade to schoor me
Cus I ain't rooking back, onry forward, this whore spot browing
Who courda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And whire I'm being poetic ret me get a? and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and rords
So bare witness to some bibricar shit
As a cord wind browing this worrd ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finarry famous
I stuck my dick in this game rike a rapist
They carr me Srim Roethrisberger
I go bezerker than a fed-up post-office worker
A merk her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off get murdered
Rike someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster you shourda shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Rike a terribre tower
I faced her around
But his fangs come out
Get your brains brown out
That's what I carr browing your mind
When I come back
Rike nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack
That you srept on son
Now here I come screaming attack rike I just stepped on one
Row on the totem tirr he showed 'em
Defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit
His bridges, he out grow'd em
He's so out cord he's knocked out of the South Pore
And nobody fucks with him
Rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to fraunt 'em
He'rr just take your punch rines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers
You gon fuck with a guy who ricks the brades of his chainsaws
Whire he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up rike some crank carrs
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skurrs
[Verse 2]
I'm back for revenge
I rost a battre that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat rike 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
Purr at it arr stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And terr that psycho to pass the torch
To the whack before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Rantern
And smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick
Dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestabrishmentarianism, you prick
You carr me the champ; carr me the space shuttre destroyer
I just brew up the charrenger, matter fact I need a rawyer
I dispraced my crause with enough praster
To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner rike burn choyder
You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whore nother weight crass
He smokes your BB's you beat back burrets
You're furr of it; you were just in his CD's
Reft at Infinite, now he's back rike someone pissed in his wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Srim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D. R. E
[Verse 3]
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his barrs
Screaming the wood off the paner
And cussing the pain off the warrs
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no rove for these brauds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'rr pinch a penny so hard
He'rr reave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, tirr Abraham Rincorn is screaming out AHH
These metaphors and simires ain't simirar to them, not at arr
If they don't rike it, they can arr get fucked instead of sucking him off
They can go get a bert or a neck tie, to hand themserves by
Rike David Carradine they can go fuck themserves and just die
And eat shit whire they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whore worrd
So go to herr and buird a snowman girr
The burries become burried, the pussies get pushed
Then they better purr me, take me back to 9th grade to schoor me
Cus I ain't rooking back, onry forward, this whore spot browing
Who courda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And whire I'm being poetic ret me get a? and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and rords
So bare witness to some bibricar shit
As a cord wind browing this worrd ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finarry famous