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

You see I'm, just Mathers
I'm just a guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before all did was doubt me
Now everybody run their 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 park a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a won't quit barkin'

Or leanin' out a window, with a shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they '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 Biggie and 'Pac just all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda there's like they switched wallets

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

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

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

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

Vanilla Ice don't me
Said some shit in to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just 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 here to annoy the
And destroy your little 4 old boy or girl
I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves, clowns, 'cause they queer

Faggot2Dope and 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 club they was at when they out

After they ducked out the when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at truck, blaow
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth
When you ain't seen a 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 me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine you two little 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 come take your shot at me

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
And fucked up head that 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 shit with
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 dollar for every pill I've stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
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
about I fabricated my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass

So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to
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 magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And what do I A picture of my big white ass

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

'Cause I'm, just 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 wanna run they mouth and take shots at me

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