Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
year I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em
Heh, the you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
all did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run mouth
and try to take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve gauge than Chris Wallace
off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's they switched wallets
And amidst all Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
and around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
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 my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
and destroy your little boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause look queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin the fuck out
Ask 'em about the they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth
when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, 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 in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the alone
if you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you run your mouth
then come take best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's for ten million
She must want a dollar for every I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin and fussin who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A and sister who never seen me
or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy cheap-ass little magazine 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 some help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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