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Released June 18, 2010
Recorded 2010
Format CD/Digital download
Genre Hip hop, rap
Length 4:52
Label Aftermath, Interscope, Shady
Writer Mathers, Rahman, Rodrigues, Alcock, P. Injeti, Tannenbaum
Producer DJ Khalil

"Almost Famous" is a song by American hip hop artist Eminem. It is the fourteenth track on his seventh studio album Recovery (2010). It was written by Mathers, Rahman, Rodrigues, Alcock, P. Injeti, and Tannenbaum, and it was produced by DJ Khalil.


Can't stop now, this may be the last chance that I get.


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 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

I'm Erkel 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 britches, 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

To try to 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 backing down you must be out of your dang skulls

I'm almost famous


[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,

Some are just stored in my memory

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

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 wit' enough plaster

To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Vern Troyer

You're the Eminem backwards, you're meni-me

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. R. E



[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 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 hang 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 historic and raise the bar

Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered

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