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You know I just get it
year I was nobody, this year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around 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 they did was me
Now everybody wanna run their 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 park with a spiked
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 they shot in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see the big deal is

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

And amidst all Crist' poppin' and wrist watches
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
And walk around an empty bottle of Remi Martin
shit 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 garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars

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

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

Ice don't like me
Said some shit in Vibe to me
Then and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little wanna 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 little 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves, clowns, they look queer

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

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

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

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

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

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

My fuckin' bitch suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress

Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you faggot
about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass

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

A half-brother and sister who never me
Or even bothered to me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my house

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

Okay, let me you motherfuckers some 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

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the about me
ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody run they mouth and take shots at me

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