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You know I don't get it
Last year I was nobody, year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to 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 gave a fuck before all 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 a dead 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 cocked
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, in ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is

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

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

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

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

New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
groups make me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma it

Ice don't like me
Said some in Vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just me

And run screamin, "I don't care, just bite me"
I I was put here to annoy 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, they look queer

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

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

And I don't help from 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 little faggots

'Cause I'm just 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 doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your shot at me

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

The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did 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 want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
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
about I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass

So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90-some
(Hey, me)

A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house

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

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

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