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letra de where are you now - defyance

(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, 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!

(verse 1)

i stuck my d-ck in this game like a rapist, they call me slim rothelsberger
i get beserker than a fed up post office worker
a murker with a mossberg, i’m p-ssed off, get murdered
like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
for a gangsta, you should of sh-t your pants when you saw
the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
i faced her around when 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 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 scr-t-m
he don’t owe them b-tches sh-t, his bridges, he out wrote ’em
he’s so out cold, he’s knocked out at the south pole and
n-body f-cks 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
sh-t stained drawers, you gon’ f-ck with the guy that licks the blades of his chainsaws
while he dips ’em in p.f. chang’s 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)

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 f-ck are they mike myers
and tell that psycho to p-ss the torch to the whacko ‘for
i take a sh-t in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
now get off my d-ck, d-ck’s too short of a word for my d-ck
get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you pr-ck!
don’t call me the champ, call me the sp-ce 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 -ss 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 cl-ss, 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 p-ssed 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)

i just wanna be famous

but be careful what you wish for!

(verse 3)

now there he goes, in dre’s studio, cupping his b-lls
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 sh-t, he’s scissor pinch a penny so hard
he’ll 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 ain’t similar to them not at all
if they don’t like they can all get f-cked, 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 f-ck themselves and just die
and eat sh-t while they at it, he’s f-cking had it
he’s mad at the whole world, so go to h-ll and build a snowman, girl
the bullies become bullied, the p-ss-es get pushed
they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
cause 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 a stork
and raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women?
so bare witness to some biblical sh-t
as the cold wind blowing, this world ain’t gonna know what hit it, he did it, he made it, he’s finally famous!

- defyance

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