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

You see I'm, just Marshall
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 mouth and try to take shots at me

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

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

Double twelve gauge, thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off 'cause and 'Pac just missed 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
shit like 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 magazines
Whatever happened to out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to a good ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' shoes coat
And hat tooken?

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

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

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

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

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

And I need help from D-12 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 in mine like you two little flaming faggots

'Cause I'm just Marshall
I'm not a wrestler guy, knock you out if you talk about me
Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes me
And if you wanna run your mouth then come 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 that I've got, I've gone pop?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm, just 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 wanna run they and take shots at me