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

You see I'm, just Marshall
I'm just a regular guy, I don't 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 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 cocked
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is

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

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

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

All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to whylin' out and violent?
Whatever happened to a good ol' fashioned
Passionate and gettin' your shoes coat
And hat tooken?

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

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

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

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

After ducked out the back 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 from D-12 to 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

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

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

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

My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a 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 you faggot
Talkin' I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass

So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family and fussin' over who wants to invite 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 happy and
I'm finally allowed to foot in my girlfriend's house

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

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