You know I just don't get it,
Last year I was nobody,
This year I'm sellin records,
Now everyone wants to
come around like I owe 'em something,
What the f*** you want from me?
Ten million dollars!
Get the f*** outta here!
You see I'm just
Marshall Mathers(Marshal Mathers),
I'm just a regular
guy I don't know why,
All the fuss about me(Fuss about me),
Nobody ever gave a f*** before ,
All they did
was doubt me(Did was doubt me),
Now everybody wanna run they mouth,
And try to take
shots at me(Take shots at me).
Yo, you might see me joggin',
You might see me walkin',
You might see me walkin'
a dead Rottweiler dog,
With his head chopped off
in the park with a spiked collar ,
Hollering at him cause
the son of a bitch wont quit barking,
Or leaning out
a window with a cocked shotgun,
Driving up the block
in the car that they shot Pac in,
Lookin for Big's killers,
dressin' ridiculous,
Blue and red like
I don't see what the big deal is,
Double barrel twelve
gauge bigger than Chris Wallace,
Pissed off, cause Biggie
and Pac just missed all this,
Watchin' all these
cheap imitations get rich off em,
And get dollars that should've been
theirs like they switched wallets,
And amidst all this
Cris poppin and wrist watches,
I just sit back and
just watch and just get nauseous,
And walk around with a
empty bottle of Remi Martin,
Starting sh** like some
26 year old skinny Cartman(God Damn It!),
I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin,
Its instincts to kill
N Sync don't get me started,
These f***ing brats
can't sing and Britney's garbage,
What is this bitch retarded?
Gimme back my sixteen dollars,
All I see is sissies
in magazines smiling(He-he!),
Whatever happened to
wildin out and being violent,
Whatever happened to
catchin a good old-fashioned passionate,
Ass whoopin' and getting your shoes,
coat, and your hat tooken.
New kids on the block suck a lot of dick,
Boy/girl groups make me sick,
And I can't wait till
I catch all you faggots in public,
I'mma love it(Ha-ha-ha).
Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh),
He said some sh**
in Vibe to spite me(Yep!),
Then went and dyed
his hair just like me(Heh-heh),
A bunch of little kids
wanna swear just like me,
And run around screamin
"I don't care, just bite me"(Na-na),
I think I was put
here to annoy the world,
And destroy your little
four-year old boy or girl,
Plus I was put here to put fear
in faggots who spray Faygo root beer,
And call them selves
clowns cause they look queer,
Faggots who don't but silent gay,
Claimin' Detroit,
when y'all live twenty miles away,
And I don't wrestle I'll knock you
f***in' faggots the f*** out,
Ask them about the club
they was at when they snuck out,
After they ducked out
the back when they saw us and bugged out,
Ducked down and got
paintball shot at they truck, plow,
Look at y'all runnin your mouth again,
When you ain't seen a
f***in' mile road South of 10,
And I don't need help from D-12,
To beat up two females in make up,
Who may try to scratch me with Lee nails,
Slim Anus! You damn right Slim Anus ,
I don't get f***ed in mine
like you two little flaming faggots.
Cause I'm just
Marshall Mathers(Marshal Mathers),
I'm not a wrestler guy,
I'll knock you out
if you talk about me(Talk about me),
Come and see me on the streets alone,
If you assholes
doubt me(Assholes doubt me),
And if wanna run your mouth,
Then come and take your
best shot at me(Best shot at me).
Is it because you love me
that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie
bitch get off me, go f*** Puffy,
Now because of this blonde
mop that's on top,
With this f***ed up head
that I've got I've gone pop ,
The underground just
spun around and did a 360,
Now these kids diss me
and act like some big sissies,
Oh, he just did some sh** with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big
to do some sh** with Emcee Get Busy,
My f***in' bitch mom suing for ten million,
She must want a dollar
for every pill I've been stealing,
Sh**, where the f*** you
think I picked up the habit,
All I had to do was go in
her room and lift up her mattress,
Which is it bitch
Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers,
It doesn't matter - faggot,
Talkin about
how I fabricated my past,
She's just aggravated
I won't ejaculate in his ass,
So tell me what
the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make,
another relative sues,
Family fighting and fussin',
Over for who wants
to invite me to supper,
All of a sudden
I got 90 some cousins(Hey it's me!),
A half brother
and sister who never see me,
Or even bothered to
call me until they saw me on TV,
Now everybody's so happy and proud,
I'm finally allowed to set
foot in my girlfriend's house(Hey!)
And then to top it
off I walk to the newsstand,
And buy this cheap ass
magazine with a food stamp,
Skipped to the last
page flipped right fast,
And what do I see?
A picture of my big white ass!
Ok, lemme give you
motherf***ers some help,
Uh here Double XL, Double XL,
Now your magazine shouldn't
have so much trouble to sell,
Aww f*** it I'll
even buy a couple myself.
Cause I'm just
Marshall Mathers(Marshal Mathers),
I'm just a regular guy I don't know ,
All the fuss about me(Fuss about me),
Nobody ever gave a f*** before,
All they did was
doubt me(Did was doubt me),
Now everybody wanna run they mouth,
And try to take shots
at me(Take shots at me).
Cause I'm just
Marshall Mathers(Marshal Mathers),
I'm just a regular guy I don't know,
All the fuss about me(Fuss about me),
Nobody ever gave a f*** before,
All they did was
doubt me(Did was doubt me),
Now everybody wanna run they mouth,
And try to take shots
at me(Take shots at me).
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