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You I just don't get it
Last I was nobody, this year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe 'em somethin'
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, just Marshall
I'm a regular guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me
ever gave a fuck before all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run their mouth and try to take 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 collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch quit barkin'

Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin' for killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is

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

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

I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars

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

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

Vanilla Ice don't me
Said some shit in to spite me
Then and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids swear 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 little 4 year old boy or
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
And call themselves, clowns, they look queer

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

After they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow
Look at runnin' your mouth again
When you seen a fuckin' 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 me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get in mine like you two little flaming faggots

'Cause I'm just Mathers
I'm not a wrestler guy, knock you out if you talk about me
Come and see me on the 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 that expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
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 kids diss me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did some with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do shit with MC Get-Bizzy"

My fuckin' bitch suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
Shit, where the you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress

is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass

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

A and sister who never seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my house

Hey, hey and then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass 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 so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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

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