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

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy, I don't 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 might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a 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 killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is

Double barrel twelve gauge, of Chris Wallace
Pissed off Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like 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
shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman

I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I don't need help 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 faggots

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

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

The just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids me and act like some 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 fuckin' mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every I've been stealin'
Shit, where the 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. Briggs or Ms.
It matter you faggot
Talkin' about I my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass

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

A and sister who never seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house

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

Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uhh, double XL, double 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 don't know why all the fuss me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all did was doubt me
Now everybody run they mouth and take shots at me

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