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You know I just get it
Last year I was nobody, year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em
Heh, the you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

You see I'm, just Marshall
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 wanna run their mouth and try to take shots at me

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a dead dog
With it's head chopped off in the park a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'

Or leanin' out a window, with a shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin' for Big's killers, in ridiculous
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
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched

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

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

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

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

Ice don't like me
Said some in Vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just me
A bunch of little kids wanna just like me

And run screamin, "I don't care, just bite me"
I think I was put here to the world
And destroy your 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root
And call themselves, clowns, 'cause look queer

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

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

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

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

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

The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these 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 suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin'
Shit, where the you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress

is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you faggot
about 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 million I make, another sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins
(Hey, me)

A and sister who never seen me
Or bothered 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 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 some help
Uhh, here double XL, XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm, just Marshall
I'm just a regular guy, I know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and 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 fuck before, all they did was me
Now wanna run they mouth and take shots at me