Chords for Eminem Almost Famous Lyrics

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_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Dm] You're a [F] citizen!
_ [D] You're a citizen!
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_ [Dm] What's your [F] name?
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Citizen!
[Dm] _ [G] Yeah.
Based on that, I'm a citizen.
[A] This may be the last chance I get!
I [D] just want to be famous!
I've had this dream [Dm] of trading places.
[D] I have [Dm] been changing faces.
[F] You cannot [Dm] fill these shoes.
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There is too [D] much to lose.
Wake up [Bb] behind these trenches.
[D] You run [Dm] around defenses.
[F] There is [Dm] too much to lose.
[F] You cannot [D] fill these shoes.
I [G] just want to be famous!
Be careful [A] what you wish for.
I'm a big in [D] this game like a rapist.
They call me [F] Slim [D] Roethlisberger.
I go berserker, then a fed, a [F] post office worker.
A murker with a Mossberg.
I'm [Dm] pissed off, get murdered like someone took a ketchup squirter.
[D] Squirted a freight furter.
But a gangster, you're sure to shit [F] your pants when you [D] saw the chainsaw.
Get to waving like a [Dm] terrible tower.
My thanks turn around when his fangs come out.
Get your brain pulled out, that's what I call it.
Blow in your mind when I come back.
[G] Like nut on your spine, I'm the phone tag that you slept on, son.
Now here [A] I come screaming attack like I just stepped on [D] one.
Lowering the totem till he showed him.
[Dm] Defiance, giant scrotum.
He don't owe them bitches shit.
His [F] britches he outgrew them.
He's so out cold he's not God [Dm] of the South [F] Pole.
And nobody fucks with him.
Brick of [D] mortis in post mortem.
He's dying to board him.
Pick your best [Dm] rhymes, [D] record them.
They try to thwart him.
You'll just take your [F] punchlines and snort them.
Sustained cross, you go fuck with a [D] cat.
Elixir [F] blades if it's chainsaws.
Wanna give some [D] MP a [G] chainsaw?
Gangs off, homie, hang it up like some crank [A] call.
You think I'm backing down, you must be out of your dang [Dm] skulls.
I'm almost famous.
In this dream of trading places, I have been changing [F] faces.
You cannot [Dm] fill these [F] shoes.
There is too [D] much to lose.
Wake up [Gm] behind these [D] trenches.
You run [Gm] around [F] defenseless.
There is too [Dm] much to [F] lose.
You cannot [G] fill these shoes.
Be _ careful [A] what you wish for.
I'm [D] back for revenge.
I lost the battle, that ain't [Dm] happening again.
I'm at your throat like Stratton.
I step, [F] strapped with a pin.
Metaphor was wrote on my hand.
Someone [D] distorted my [F] myth.
Re-summer wrote on the nap.
Can I do what I [D] have to to win?
Pulling out all stops.
Any who touch [F] a Mike, cry [D] as not even Austin Powers.
How the fuck it [F] ain't Mike Myers?
It's how the psycho to pass the torch.
[Dm] To the wacko, [F] before I take a shit in his jacket.
I land it and [Dm] smash it on his [G] porch.
Now get off my dick.
Dick too short of a word for my dick.
[A] Get off my hands, I'll disestablishmentarianism you prick.
[D] You call me the champ.
Call me the space [F] shuttle [D] destroyer.
I just blew up the challenger.
Matter of [F] fact, I need a lawyer.
I just lace my gloves with enough [D] plaster to make a [F] cast.
Beat his ass naked and beat in his corner [D] like Earnst Reyer.
Y'all are eminent backwards.
You're mini-me's.
See he's in a whole nother weight class.
He [C] slugs your [F] BBs, your B-back bullets.
You're full of it, you're a [Dm] dissing disease.
[F] Last night infinite, now he's back like someone [Dm] pissed in his [G] Wheaties.
No peace treaties, he's turning to a beast.
His new [A] slam is Saturday evening.
Got the attention of the mighty D.R.E.
[D] He's almost famous.
You dream of [Bb] trading [D] places.
I have been [Dm] changing [F] faces.
You cannot [Dm] fill these [F] shoes.
There is too [D] much to lose.
Wake up [Dm] behind these trenches.
You run around [F] defenseless.
There is too [Dm] much to [F] lose.
You cannot [D] fill these shoes.
[G] Be _ careful [A] what you wish for.
[F] [D] Now there he goes in Dre's studio, [Bb] cupping his balls.
[D] Screaming the wood off the panel and cussing the paint [Dm] off the walls.
[F] Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love [D] for these broads.
[F] He ain't giving them shit.
He's just a pinch of [D] penny so hard.
He'll leave a bruise on LeBron so dark you [Dm] can see the [D] mark with his scars.
To labor him, Lincoln is [F] screaming out,
These metaphors are similes, they similar to them, [D] not at all.
[F] If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of [D] sucking your maw.
[G] They can go get a belt or a necktie to hang themselves by.
[A] Like David Caridin, they can go fuck themselves [D] and just die.
And each shit while I had it, he's fucking had it.
He's mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a [Bb] snowman, girl.
[F] The bullies become woolly, the pussies [Dm] get bushed, then [F] they better pull me.
Take me back to ninth [D] grade and school me,
Cause I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole [Fm] spot blowing.
[Dm] Couldn't only grow to be a poet, [F] not know it.
And while I'm being poetic, let me get a [Dm] stoic and rate the [F] bar.
I hide in my [G] opinion that these women's been lowered.
Some bad witnesses of biblical shit.
There's a coenblow [A] in this world, they're gonna know what hit it.
He did it, [D] he made it, he's finally famous.
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