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- You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody
- This year I'm sellin' records
- Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
- The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars?
- Get the fuck out of here
- You see I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
- I'm just a regular guy
- I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
- Nobody ever gave a fuck 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 it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
- Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
- Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun
- Drivin' 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 12-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 shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
- And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches
- I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
- And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
- Startin' shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (goddamn it)
- An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
- Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started
- These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
- What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my 16 dollars
- All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
- Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
- Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
- Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
- New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick
- Boy-girl groups make me sick
- And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
- I'ma love it
- Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me
- Then went and dyed his hair just like me
- A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
- And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me"
- 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 themselves clowns 'cause they look queer
- Faggy 2Dope and Silent Gay
- Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (fuckin' faggots)
- And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
- Ask 'em 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 paint balls shot at they truck, blaow
- Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
- When you ain't seen a fuckin' 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 fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots
- 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
- I'm not a wrestler guy
- I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
- Come and see me on the streets alone
- If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
- And if you wanna run your mouth
- Then come 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 fuck Puffy
- Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
- Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
- The underground just spunned 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-Bizzy"
- My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million
- She must want a dollar for every pill I've 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 her mattress
- Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
- It doesn't matter- faggot
- Talkin' about I fabricated my past
- He'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 fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
- All the sudden, I got 90-some cousins
- 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 step foot in my girlfriend's house
- And then to top it off, I walked to the news stand
- To buy this cheap-ass little 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
- Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
- Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!"
- Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
- Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
- 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
- I'm just a regular guy
- I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
- Nobody ever gave a fuck 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)
- Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
- I'm just a regular guy
- I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
- Nobody ever gave a fuck 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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