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You know I don't get it
year I was nobody, this year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody to come 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 Marshall
I'm just a guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever a fuck before all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run their and try to take shots at me

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
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 quit

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

Double barrel twelve gauge, thinkin' of Wallace
Pissed off Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched

And amidst all this poppin' and wrist watches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty of Remi Martin
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 sing and Britney's garbage
What's this retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars

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

New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
groups make me sick
And I can't 'til I catch all you faggots in public
love it

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

And run around screamin, "I don't care, just me"
I think I was put 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, 'cause they look

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

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

And I don't need help D-12 to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little faggots

I'm just Marshall Mathers
I'm not a guy, I'll knock you out if you talk about me
Come and see me on the streets if you assholes doubt me
And if you run your 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 got, I've gone pop?

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

My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a dollar for pill I've been stealin'
Shit, the fuck 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 matter you
Talkin' about I 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' 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 even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's

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 give you some help
Uhh, here XL, double XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so 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 fuck before, all did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they and take shots at me

'Cause I'm, 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 they mouth and take at me