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You know I just 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 million
Get the out of here

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

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

Or leanin' out a window, with a shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressed in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is

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

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

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

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

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
Said shit in Vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just me
A bunch of little wanna swear just like me

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

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

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

And I don't need from 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 you two little flaming faggots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers
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 wanna run they mouth and take shots at me

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