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You know I just get it
year I was nobody, this year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe 'em somethin'
Heh, the fuck you want me, ten million dollars?
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 before all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run their mouth and try to take at me

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the 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 block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is

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

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

I'm and Ricky Martin
With instincts to N'Sync, don't 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 sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
Whatever to catchin' a good ol' fashioned
ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat
And hat tooken?

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

Vanilla Ice like me
Said some shit in Vibe to me
Then went and dyed his hair like me
A bunch of little wanna swear 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

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

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

And I don't need help from D-12 to beat up two
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little faggots

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

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
And this up head 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 did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with MC Get-Bizzy"

My fuckin' bitch mom's for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I 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 matter you faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass

So tell me, the hell 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 90-some
(Hey, me)

A and sister who never seen me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
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 this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And what do I see? A of my big white ass

Okay, let me give you some help
Uhh, double XL, double XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers
I'm a regular 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 take shots at me

I'm, just 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 they and take shots at me