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You I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody, this year I'm sellin'
Now everybody wants to around like I owe 'em somethin'
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten 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 fuss me
Nobody ever gave a before all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run mouth and try to take shots at me

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

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

barrel twelve gauge, thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap 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 watch and just get nauseous
And walk around an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some 26 year old Cartman

I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars

All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
Whatever happened to catchin' a ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your coat
And your hat

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

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

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

and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, y'all live twenty miles away
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out

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

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

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

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

The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these diss me and act like some 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 bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a 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

Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you
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 million I make, another 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 seen me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm allowed 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 with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass

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

'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 they did was me
Now wanna run they mouth and take shots at me

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