Mayday 《post mortem》歌词

Yeah, cant stop now...
This maybe the last chance I get, to 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 defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!

I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Rothelsberger
I get beserker than a fed up postal worker
A murker with a mossberg, Im pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial
I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
Thats what I call blowing your mind, when I come back like ?? your spine
Im a thumbtac that you slept on son
Now here I come screaming "attack" like I stepped on one!
Lowering the totem til he showed em, defiance, giant scrotum
He dont owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote em
Hes so out cold, hes knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
Hes dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record em
Then try to thwart him, hell take your punchlines and snort em
Shit stained drawers, you gon fuck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips em in ? sauce?
Games off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think Im backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
Im 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 defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!

Im back for revenge, I lost the battle, that aint happening again
Im 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 fuck are they Mike Myers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko for
I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dicks too short of a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!
Dont 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 ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
Yall are Eminem backwards, youre menimes
See hes in a-whole-nother weight class, his slugs your BBs
Your bean bag bullets, youre full of it, you were dissing his CDs
Laughed at Infinite, now hes back like someone pissed in his wheeties
No peace treatys, hes turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EPs got the attention of the might DRE
Hes 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 defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!

Now there he goes, in Dres 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 aint giving em shit, hes scissor pinch a penny so hard
Hell leave a bruise on the brawn so dark
You can see the mark when it scars, til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "AHHH!"
His metaphors and similies aint similar to them not at all
If they dont like 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 Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it, hes fucking had it
Hes mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
They better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cause I aint looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known hed grow to be a poet and not know it
And while Im being poetic, let me get a stork
And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women ?
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As the cold wind blowing, this world aint gonna know what hit it, he did it, he made it, hes finally famous!

编辑于2008/05/24更新

Mayday 《post mortem》LRC歌词

[ti:Almost Famous]
[ar:Eminem]
[al:Recovery]
[by: ]
[00:-2.00]Eminem - Almost Famous
[04:50.46][03:50.50][03:23.00][02:24.60][01:57.20][00:58.00][00:31.93][00:-1.00]
[00:25.82]Yeah, cant stop now...
[00:29.24]This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous
[03:23.20][01:57.31][00:33.22]You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
[03:28.51][02:02.90][00:38.21]You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
[03:34.27][02:08.66][00:43.82]Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
[03:40.12][02:14.33][00:49.70]There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
[03:44.73][02:18.93][00:53.29]I just wanna be famous
[03:46.37][02:20.68][00:54.79]But be careful what you wish for!
[00:58.11]I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Rothelsberger
[01:02.07]I get beserker than a fed up postal worker
[01:04.89]A murker with a mossberg, Im pissed off, get murdered
[01:07.74]Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
[01:10.70]For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
[01:13.31]The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial
[01:15.95]I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
[01:19.06]Thats what I call blowing your mind, when I come back like ?? your spine
[01:22.73]Im a thumbtac that you slept on son
[01:24.79]Now here I come screaming \"attack\" like I stepped on one!
[01:27.63]Lowering the totem til he showed em, defiance, giant scrotum
[01:30.54]He dont owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote em
[01:33.58]Hes so out cold, hes knocked out at the south pole and
[01:36.32]Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
[01:39.25]Hes dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record em
[01:41.94]Then try to thwart him, hell take your punchlines and snort em
[01:44.84]Shit stained drawers, you gon fuck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws
[01:48.55]While he dips em in ? sauce?
[01:50.50]Games off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
[01:53.29]You think Im backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
[01:56.32]Im almost famous
[02:24.84]Im back for revenge, I lost the battle, that aint happening again
[02:27.81]Im at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen
[02:30.63]Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my mem-ory
[02:33.73]Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win
[02:36.33]Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior
[02:39.45]Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers
[02:42.21]And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko for
[02:45.28]I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
[02:47.99]Now get off my dick, dicks too short of a word for my dick
[02:50.66]Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!
[02:53.49]Dont call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
[02:56.45]I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer
[02:59.40]I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
[03:02.29]Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
[03:05.24]Yall are Eminem backwards, youre menimes
[03:07.82]See hes in a-whole-nother weight class, his slugs your BBs
[03:10.97]Your bean bag bullets, youre full of it, you were dissing his CDs
[03:13.60]Laughed at Infinite, now hes back like someone pissed in his wheeties
[03:16.37]No peace treatys, hes turned into a beast
[03:18.88]His new Slim Shady EPs got the attention of the might DRE
[03:21.92]Hes almost famous
[03:50.98]Now there he goes, in Dres studio, cupping his balls
[03:53.56]Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls
[03:56.41]Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
[03:59.24]He aint giving em shit, hes scissor pinch a penny so hard
[04:02.04]Hell leave a bruise on the brawn so dark
[04:04.21]You can see the mark when it scars, til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out \"AHHH!\"
[04:08.01]His metaphors and similies aint similar to them not at all
[04:10.59]If they dont like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off
[04:13.48]They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by
[04:16.31]Like David Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die
[04:19.24]And eat shit while they at it, hes fucking had it
[04:21.60]Hes mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl
[04:24.99]The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
[04:27.63]They better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
[04:30.66]Cause I aint looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing
[04:33.62]Who coulda known hed grow to be a poet and not know it
[04:36.47]And while Im being poetic, let me get a stork
[04:38.83]And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women ?
[04:42.12]So bare witness to some biblical shit
[04:44.48]As the cold wind blowing, this world aint gonna know what hit it, he did it, he made it, hes finally famous!



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