(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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Rothelsberger
I get beserker than a fed up postal worker
murker with a mossberg, I'm [bad word] off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you should of [bad word] your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial
I faced her around when his [bad word] out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind, when [bad word] back like ?? your spine
I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son
Now here [bad word] screaming "attack" like I stepped on one!
Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant [bad word] 
He don't owe them [bad word] [bad word]  his bridges, he out wrote 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody [bad word] 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
 [bad word] stained drawers, you gon' [bad word] with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in ? 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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] are they Mike Myers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for
I take a [bad word] in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
Now get off my [bad word]  [bad word] #39;s too short of a word for my [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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 [bad word]  he's scissor pinch a penny so hard
He