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You I just 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 want me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

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

Yo, you see me joggin', you might 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 won't barkin'

Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in
Blue and red like I don't see what the big is

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

And all this Crist' 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 anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme my sixteen dollars

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

New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
love it

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

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

and Silent 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 they was at when they snuck out

After they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow
at y'all 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 right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two flaming faggots

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

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

The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these diss me and act like some 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 a dollar 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 and lift up her mattress

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

So tell me, what the hell is a 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 90-some
(Hey, me)

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

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

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

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

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