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You know I don't get it
Last year I was nobody, year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em
Heh, the fuck you want 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 wanna run their mouth 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 park with a collar
Hollerin' at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'

Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is

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

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

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

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

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

Vanilla Ice 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 screamin, "I don't care, just bite me"
I think I was put here to annoy the
And your little 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put in faggots who spray 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 you fuckin' faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when 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 seen a fuckin' Mile Road, South of 10

And I need help from D-12 to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots

'Cause I'm just Marshall
I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out if you talk me
Come and see me on the streets if you assholes doubt me
And if you wanna run 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 fuck
Now because of this 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 kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy
So now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"

My fuckin' bitch mom's for ten million
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you 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' 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' 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 call me they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house

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

Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uhh, here double XL, XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll 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 gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now wanna run they mouth and take shots at me

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