Recovery

Almost Famous

Eminem

Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis

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316

Internal

115

Multi

278

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[Verse 1: Eminem]

I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Roethlisberger

I go berserker than a fed-up post office^✦ worker^✦

I murk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed^✦ off, get murdered^✦

Like someone^✦ took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter

For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants

When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel

How thangs turn around^✦ when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out

That's what I call blowin'^✦ 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^✦ 'til he showed^✦ 'em defiance, giant scrotum

He don't owe them bitches^✦ shit, his britches,^✦ he outgrowed 'em

He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole

And nobody^✦ fucks with him, rigor mortis^✦ and post mortem^✦

He's dyin' of boredom, take your best rhymes,^✦ record^✦ 'em, then 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 backin'^✦ down? You must be out of your dang skulls

I'm almost^✦ famous^✦

[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem]

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^✦ defenseless^✦

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: Eminem]

I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' 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

Pullin'^✦ out all stops, any^✦ who touch a mic prior's

Not even^✦ Austin^✦ Powers,^✦ how the fuck are they Mike Myers?

And tell that psycho^✦ to pass the torch to the wacko^✦

'Fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch

Now get off my dick! Dick's too short of 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^✦ 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

Y'all are Eminem^✦ backwards: you're Mini Mes

See, he's in a whole nother^✦ weight class, he's slugs, you're BBs

You're 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

He's almost^✦ famous^✦

[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem]

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^✦ defenseless^✦

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: Eminem]

Now there he goes in Dre's studio,^✦ cuppin'^✦ his balls

Screamin'^✦ the wood off the panelin', cussin'^✦ the paint off the walls

Spewin'^✦ his hate to these haters,^✦ showin'^✦ no love for these broads

He ain't givin'^✦ 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, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screamin'^✦ 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 suckin'^✦ 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 fuckin'^✦ had it, he's mad at the whole world

So go to Hell and build a snowman, girl

The bullies^✦ become^✦ bullied and pussies^✦ get pushed^✦

Then they better^✦ pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me

'Cause I ain't lookin'^✦ back, only^✦ forward, this whole spot blowin'^✦

Who coulda^✦ known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it?

And while I'm bein' poetic,^✦ let me get historic and raise the bar higher^✦ than my opinion^✦ of these women's been lowered^✦

So bear witness to some biblical shit, there's^✦ a cold wind blowin'^✦

This world ain't gonna^✦ know what hit it

He did it, he made it, he's finally famous^✦

Technical Breakdown

8.9

Multisyllabic Rhymes9.5

Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)

Internal Rhymes9.5

Rhymes within a line (data-driven)

Wordplay / Double Entendres8.0

Clever language, metaphors, punchlines

Cadence / Rhythm9.0

Flow variation and timing (data-driven)

Vocabulary Complexity8.0

Range and depth of words used (data-driven)

Delivery / Breath Control9.0

Performance and control

Computed Score8.90

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Critic Analysis

RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™

The verse functions as a masterclass in aggressive, phonetically dense multisyllabic rhyming, utilizing horrorcore-adjacent imagery to establish an untouchable lyrical persona.

A+

9.5

Multisyllabic

9.5

Internal Rhymes

Cadence / Flow

Vocabulary

Wordplay

Delivery

Multisyllabic internal rhyme chainsAssonance-heavy flowPhonetic sequencingAggressive enunciationRhythmic syncopation

Rhyme Architecture: A complex, rapidly shifting scheme focused on dense phonetic clusters ('-er' sounds in the opening, followed by complex 'aw/out' vowel movements) that relies on internal rhymes to bridge bars.

Verified Doubles & Entendres

"That's what I call blowin' your mind"

① The literal act of shooting someone in the head② A figurative expression for impressing someone or changing their perspective

"I'm a thumb tack that you slept on, son"

① A sharp object you physically laid upon by accident② An underrated artist you ignored/underestimated until now

"He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em"

① Literally inhaling the lyrics as if they were a powdered drug② Consuming and effectively nullifying the potency of an opponent's bars

Exceptional rhythmic velocity

Commitment to thematic intensity

Clever manipulation of pop-culture references

Consistent, high-energy cadence

Reliance on shock-value imagery which can alienate the narrative

Occasional trade-off of thematic coherence for rhyme density

Almost Famous

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