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You I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody, this year I'm records
Now everybody wants to 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 don't know why all the about me
Nobody gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me
Now everybody run their mouth and try to take shots at me

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

Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the in the car that they shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is

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

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

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

All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good ol'
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes
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
I'ma it

Vanilla Ice like me
Said some shit in to spite me
Then went and dyed his just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna just like me

And run around screamin, "I care, just bite me"
I think I was put here to annoy the
And destroy your 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves, clowns, they look queer

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

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

And I don't need help from to beat 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, knock you out if you talk about me
and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me
And if you wanna run mouth then come take your best shot at me

Is it because you love me that 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 fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?

The underground just around and did a 360
Now these kids 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 mom's for ten million
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress

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

So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' 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 call me until saw me on TV
Now so happy 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 little with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And what do I see? A picture of my big ass

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

I'm, just Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy, I know why all the fuss about me
Nobody gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now wanna run they mouth and take shots at me

'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 everybody wanna run mouth and take shots at me