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

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy, I know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever a fuck before all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run their mouth and try to shots at me

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

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

Double twelve gauge, thinkin' of Chris Wallace
off 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like switched wallets

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

I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars

All I see is in magazines smiling
happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good ol'
Passionate and gettin' your shoes coat
And your hat

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

Vanilla Ice like me
some shit in Vibe to spite me
Then went and his hair just like me
A bunch of kids wanna swear just like me

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

and Silent 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 they was at when they out

they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck,
Look at runnin' your mouth again
When you 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, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming 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 best shot at me

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

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

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

Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you faggot
Talkin' about I my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass

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

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

Hey, hey and then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A of my big white ass

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

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

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