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You know I just get it
Last year I was nobody, this I'm sellin' records
Now wants to come around 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
I'm a regular guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck all they did was doubt me
Now wanna run their mouth and try to take shots at me

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a dead dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't barkin'

Or leanin' out a window, with a shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is

Double barrel gauge, thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars shoulda been there's like they switched wallets

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

I'm and Ricky Martin
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars

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

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

Vanilla Ice don't me
some shit in Vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just me
A bunch of little wanna swear just like me

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

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

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

And I don't help from D-12 to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots

'Cause I'm just Marshall
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 then come take your best shot at me

Is it because you love me that y'all so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of blonde mop that's on top
And this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?

The underground just spunned 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 pill I've been
Shit, where the you think I picked 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 doesn't matter you
Talkin' about I my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass

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

A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm allowed to step foot 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
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big ass

Okay, let me give you some help
Uhh, here XL, double XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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

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