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You know I just get it
Last year I was nobody, this year I'm sellin'
Now everybody wants to come around 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 don't know why all the about me
Nobody ever gave a before all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run 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 chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit

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

Double barrel twelve gauge, of Chris Wallace
Pissed off 'cause Biggie and just missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they wallets

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

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

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

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

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

And run screamin, "I don't care, just bite me"
I I was put here to annoy the world
And your little 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 look queer

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

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

And I don't need help from D-12 to up two females
In make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get in mine like 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 alone if you assholes me
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take best shot at me

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck 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 just did some shit with
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit MC Get-Bizzy"

My fuckin' bitch 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 up her mattress

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

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

A half-brother and sister who 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 then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, right fast
And what do I A picture 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 fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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