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You know I don't get it
Last year I was nobody, this 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, just Mathers
I'm a regular guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before all they did was me
Now everybody wanna run 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 a spiked 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 they 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is

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

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

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

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

New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
love it

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

And run around screamin, "I care, just bite me"
I think I was put to annoy the world
And your little 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves, clowns, they look queer

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

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

And I don't need help from to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
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
and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your shot at me

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blonde 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 diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with MC Get-Bizzy"

My fuckin' bitch suin' for ten million
She want a dollar for every pill 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. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you faggot
about I fabricated my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass

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

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

Hey, hey and then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this cheap-ass little 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 you motherfuckers some help
Uhh, here XL, double XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers
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 wanna run they mouth and take shots at me

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