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You know I just get it
Last I was nobody, this year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe 'em somethin'
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the out of here

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch quit barkin'

Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see the big deal is

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

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

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

All I see is in magazines 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 me sick
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 went and dyed his hair just me
A bunch of little kids swear just like me

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

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

After they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow
Look at y'all runnin' mouth again
When you ain't a fuckin' Mile 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 Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming faggots

'Cause I'm just Mathers
I'm not a guy, I'll 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 y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of blonde mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, I've pop?

The underground spunned around 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' mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress

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

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

A half-brother and sister who never me
Or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
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 little magazine a food stamp
to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A of my big white ass

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

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