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| 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 sumthin... The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars? Get the fuck outta here! You see I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know why All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... Yo, you might see me joggin Or 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 hollerin At him cuz the son of a bitch wont quit barkin Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Lookin for BIG's killas 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, cuz Biggie and Pac just missed all us Watchin all these cheap immitations get rich off em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amist all this chris poppin and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseas And walk around with a empty bottle of Remmy Martin Startin shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (God Damn It) I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin It's instincts to kill N Sync don't get me started These fuckin 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 smilin (Hehe) 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 allota dick Boy girl groups make me sick And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public Imma love it (Ha Ha Ha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh Uh) He said some shit devior despite me (Yep) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Ha Ha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me 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 4 year old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear In faggots who spray FAYGO root beer And call themselves clowns cuz they look queer FAGGY 2 dope and silent gay Claimin Detriot, when y'all live twenty miles away And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck 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 aint seen a fuckin mile roll South of 10 And I don't need help From D-12 To beat up Two females And make up When they tried to scratch me Wit Lee nails Slim Anus...you damn right Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin faggots Cuz I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me... Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me... And if wanna run your mouth Then come and take your 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 fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop That's on top Wit this fucked 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 shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Busy My fuckin bitch mom suing for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I been stealin Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit All I had to do was go in her room and lift up a matress Which is it bitch Mrs. Riggs or Ms. Mathers It doesn't matter........faggot Talkin about how I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I wont ejaculate in his ass So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin 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 seen 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 girlfriends 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 motherfuckers some help Uh here...double XL, double XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aww fuck it I'll even buy a couple myself Cuz I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... Because I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... |
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