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

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head off in the park with 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 block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is

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

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

I'm and Ricky Martin
With instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These brats 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 bein'
Whatever happened to catchin' a ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' 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 catch all you in public
I'ma it

Ice don't like me
Said some shit in Vibe to me
Then went and his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear 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 year old boy or
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who Faygo Root Beer
And themselves, clowns, 'cause they look queer

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

After they ducked out the back they saw us and bugged out
Ducked and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow
Look at y'all your mouth again
When you seen a fuckin' Mile Road, South of 10

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

I'm just Marshall Mathers
I'm not a guy, I'll 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 take your best at me

Is it because you love me that y'all so much 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 I've got, I've gone

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

My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
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 doesn't you faggot
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 every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins
(Hey, me)

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

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

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

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

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