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Intro：
You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody, this year I'm
Sellin records. Now everybody wants to come around like I
owe 'em something. What the fuck you want from me? 10
million dollars. Get the fuck out of here.
Chorus：
You see I'm just Marshall Mathers. Marshall mathers. I'm just a
regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me.
Fuss about me.
Nobody ever gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me.Did
was doubt me.
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots
at me.
Verse 1：
Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin.
You might see me walkin a dead rotweiler dog with his head
chopped off in the park with a spiked collar hollerin at him cause
the son of bitch won't quit barkin.
Or leanin out a window with a cocked shot gun.
Drivin up the block in the car they shot Pac'in.
Lookin for Biggie killers, dressing ridiculous.
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is.
Double barrel 12 gauge bigger than Chris Wallace.
Pissed off cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this.
Watchin all these cheap immitations get rich off em and get
dollars that should have been theirs like they switched wallets.
And amidst all this Kris Poppin and wrist watches. I just sit back
and just watch and get nauseous.
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remey Martin Startin
shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman.
An antibackstreet and Ricky Martin whoes instincts to kill N-Sync
don't get me started.
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britneys garbage.
Whats this bitch retarted? Give me back my sixteen dollars. All I
see is sisseys in magzines smilin.
Whatever happened to wilin out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-old fashion passionate ass
whipin?
And getting your shows coat and your hat tookin.
New Kids On The Block suck a lot of dick boy girl groups make
me sick.
And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public.
I'm gonna love it.
Vanilla Ice don't like me,he said some shit in Vibe despite me.
Then went and died his hair just like me. A bunch of kids wanna
swear just like me.
And run around screamin “I don't care just bite me,Nana”
I think I was put here to annoy the world and destroy your little 4
year old boy or girl.
Plus I was put here to put frar in faggot who spray faggle root
beer and call themselves clowns cause they look queer.
Faggy 2 dope and silent gay clamin detroit when yall live 20
miles away. Fuck it.
And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out.
Asked em about the club they was at when they snuck out. after
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out.
Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck. Blaaw! look
at yall runnin your mouth again.
When yall ain't seen a fuckin mile road South of 10.
And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females in make
up who may try to scratch me with lee nails.
Slim anus, you damn right Slim anus I don't get fucked in mine
like you two little flamin faggots.
Chorus：
Cause I'm just Marchall Mathers. Marshall Mathers.
I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me.Talk
about me.
Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me.
Assholes doubt me.
And if you wanna run your mouth than came take your best shot
at me.
Verse 2：
Is it because you love me that yall expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch get off me go fuck Puffy.
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top of this fucked up
head that I've got I've gone pop.
The underground just spuned around and did a 360. Now these
kids diss me and act like some big sissys.
“Oh he just did some shit with Missy, so now he thinks he's too
big to do some shit with MC Bet Busy.”
My fuckin bitch mom is suing for 10 million.
She must want a Dollar for every pill been stealin.
Shit where the fuck you think I picked up the habbit.
All I had to do is go in her room and lift up her matress.
Which it bitch? Mrs. Briggs or Mrs. Mathers. It doesn't matter
cause your (attourney) a faggot.
Talkin about I fabricated my past. He's just agrevated I won't
ejaculate in his ass.
So tell me what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, Another relative sues.
Family fightin and fussin on who wants to invite me to supper.
All the sudden I got 90 some cousins. Hey it's me.
A half brother and sister who never seen me or even bothered to
call me until they saw me on TV.
Now everybody's so happy and proud. I'm finally allowed to set
foot in my girlfriends house. Hey!
And then you top it off I walk to the news stand to buy this cheap
ass little magazine with a food stamp.
Skip to the fast page flip right fast. and what do I see? A picture
of my big white ass.
OK. Let me give you mothefuckers some help. help, Here, Double XL,
Double XL.
Now you magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell.
Oh, fuck it I'll even go buy a couple my self.
Chorus：
Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers, Marshall Mathers.I'm just a
regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me.
Fuss about me.
Nobody ever gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me.did
was doubt me.
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at
me. Take shots at me.
Chorus：
Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers, Marshall Mathers.I'm just a
regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me.
Fuss about me.
Nobody ever gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me.did
was doubt me.
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at
me. Take shots at me.
You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody, this year I'm
Sellin records. Now everybody wants to come around like I
owe 'em something. What the fuck you want from me? 10
million dollars. Get the fuck out of here.
Chorus：
You see I'm just Marshall Mathers. Marshall mathers. I'm just a
regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me.
Fuss about me.
Nobody ever gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me.Did
was doubt me.
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots
at me.
Verse 1：
Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin.
You might see me walkin a dead rotweiler dog with his head
chopped off in the park with a spiked collar hollerin at him cause
the son of bitch won't quit barkin.
Or leanin out a window with a cocked shot gun.
Drivin up the block in the car they shot Pac'in.
Lookin for Biggie killers, dressing ridiculous.
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is.
Double barrel 12 gauge bigger than Chris Wallace.
Pissed off cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this.
Watchin all these cheap immitations get rich off em and get
dollars that should have been theirs like they switched wallets.
And amidst all this Kris Poppin and wrist watches. I just sit back
and just watch and get nauseous.
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remey Martin Startin
shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman.
An antibackstreet and Ricky Martin whoes instincts to kill N-Sync
don't get me started.
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britneys garbage.
Whats this bitch retarted? Give me back my sixteen dollars. All I
see is sisseys in magzines smilin.
Whatever happened to wilin out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-old fashion passionate ass
whipin?
And getting your shows coat and your hat tookin.
New Kids On The Block suck a lot of dick boy girl groups make
me sick.
And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public.
I'm gonna love it.
Vanilla Ice don't like me,he said some shit in Vibe despite me.
Then went and died his hair just like me. A bunch of kids wanna
swear just like me.
And run around screamin “I don't care just bite me,Nana”
I think I was put here to annoy the world and destroy your little 4
year old boy or girl.
Plus I was put here to put frar in faggot who spray faggle root
beer and call themselves clowns cause they look queer.
Faggy 2 dope and silent gay clamin detroit when yall live 20
miles away. Fuck it.
And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out.
Asked em about the club they was at when they snuck out. after
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out.
Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck. Blaaw! look
at yall runnin your mouth again.
When yall ain't seen a fuckin mile road South of 10.
And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females in make
up who may try to scratch me with lee nails.
Slim anus, you damn right Slim anus I don't get fucked in mine
like you two little flamin faggots.
Chorus：
Cause I'm just Marchall Mathers. Marshall Mathers.
I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me.Talk
about me.
Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me.
Assholes doubt me.
And if you wanna run your mouth than came take your best shot
at me.
Verse 2：
Is it because you love me that yall expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch get off me go fuck Puffy.
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top of this fucked up
head that I've got I've gone pop.
The underground just spuned around and did a 360. Now these
kids diss me and act like some big sissys.
“Oh he just did some shit with Missy, so now he thinks he's too
big to do some shit with MC Bet Busy.”
My fuckin bitch mom is suing for 10 million.
She must want a Dollar for every pill been stealin.
Shit where the fuck you think I picked up the habbit.
All I had to do is go in her room and lift up her matress.
Which it bitch? Mrs. Briggs or Mrs. Mathers. It doesn't matter
cause your (attourney) a faggot.
Talkin about I fabricated my past. He's just agrevated I won't
ejaculate in his ass.
So tell me what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, Another relative sues.
Family fightin and fussin on who wants to invite me to supper.
All the sudden I got 90 some cousins. Hey it's me.
A half brother and sister who never seen me or even bothered to
call me until they saw me on TV.
Now everybody's so happy and proud. I'm finally allowed to set
foot in my girlfriends house. Hey!
And then you top it off I walk to the news stand to buy this cheap
ass little magazine with a food stamp.
Skip to the fast page flip right fast. and what do I see? A picture
of my big white ass.
OK. Let me give you mothefuckers some help. help, Here, Double XL,
Double XL.
Now you magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell.
Oh, fuck it I'll even go buy a couple my self.
Chorus：
Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers, Marshall Mathers.I'm just a
regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me.
Fuss about me.
Nobody ever gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me.did
was doubt me.
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at
me. Take shots at me.
Chorus：
Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers, Marshall Mathers.I'm just a
regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me.
Fuss about me.
Nobody ever gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me.did
was doubt me.
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at
me. Take shots at me.