Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

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

You see I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
all did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run mouth
and try to take at me (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 spiked
at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
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 skinny ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
with instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes 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 shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his 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 think I was put here to the world
and destroy your little boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em the club 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 mouth again
when you ain't seen a Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

Cause I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the alone
if you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run mouth
then come take your best at me (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 Puffy
Now because of blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
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 {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin and fussin who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even bothered to call me until saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass magazine with a food stamp
to the last page, flipped right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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