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You I just don't get it
year I was nobody, this year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, just Marshall
I'm just a guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me
ever gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me
Now everybody run their mouth and try to take shots at me

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit

Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big is

Double barrel gauge, thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
Watchin' all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars shoulda been there's like they switched wallets

And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
And walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit some 26 year old skinny Cartman

I'm and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars

All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
Whatever happened to a good ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your coat
And hat tooken?

New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
love it

Vanilla Ice don't me
Said shit in Vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair like me
A bunch of little kids swear just like me

And run around screamin, "I don't care, just me"
I think I was put here to the world
And destroy your little 4 old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves, clowns, 'cause look queer

Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out

After they ducked out the back when saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paintballs at they truck, blaow
Look at y'all runnin' mouth again
When you ain't a fuckin' Mile Road, South of 10

And I don't need help from to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little faggots

'Cause I'm just Mathers
I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out if you about me
Come and see me on the streets if you assholes doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best at me

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
And this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?

The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"

My bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her

Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you faggot
Talkin' about I my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass

So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90-some
(Hey, me)

A half-brother and who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's

Hey, hey and then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big ass

Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help
Uhh, here double XL, XL
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy, I know why all the fuss about me
ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody run they mouth and take shots at me

'Cause I'm, just Marshall
I'm just a regular guy, I know why all the fuss about me
ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they and take shots at me