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

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the fuss me
Nobody ever gave a fuck all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run their and try to take shots at me

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

Or leanin' out a window, with a shotgun
Drivin' up the in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is

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

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

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

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

New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in
love it

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

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

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

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

And I don't need help D-12 to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, 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 you out if you talk 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 shot at me

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

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

My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress

is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you
Talkin' I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass

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

A and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to foot in my girlfriend's house

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

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

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the about me
ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now wanna run they mouth and take shots at me

'Cause I'm, just Marshall
I'm just a guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and take at me