D12 - Fame [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I know it’s been a minute, but we're back
It’s the return of the Dozen muthafuckas, let's go

[Hook: Eminem]
Fame (fame, fame), I mean it’s got me going crazy
I'm gettin' lost in this game (game, game), I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Keep speaking my name (name, name) and you’ll have reason to hate me
Yeah, it's like you don't want me to win so this time I’m going in

[Verse 1: Swifty]
This the life of a rocker, Jagermeister and vodka
Hopping off at the club balcony into the crowd surfing
And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans
In my interviews, wearing hocky masks, left the journalists on their ass
I’m high off speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E
In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police
I feel asleep on the sound board, ain't did a song for weeks
And it’s creepy all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead
Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ em out naked, and it's December
Niggas ask me why I did it but fuck it I can’t remember

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Them boys are wildin’, drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan
Little cockerspaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo
Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up
With a couple of sluts feeling nausious, drinking
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from fucking, when I bust there’s nothing left
Just Dozen, back on the stage, give me my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain't say shit about my balls
Last call, then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Yeah, this game has got me going crazy, fuck it I am crazy
What's new? What kind of fucking glue you think I’d be if I was glue?
We lost Proof, he was our group's glue but where was you
When we were falling apart, you were shittin on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefing cause that's what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah we took our time but in one crew
Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you
And we back to say shit you don't got the guts or the nuts too
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you
Atchoo, blunt you, I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too
Yeah, you think you’re the shit 'til we flush you
Had some bullshit to readjust to, now there's just a few of us left
But it’d be unjust to rob us our just due
So Rest in Peace to Bugz and Proof, this one's for you homies, we love you
But we can’t stop now, we'd have too much of our blood drew from this fame

[Hook]