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

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

Yo, you see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
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 quit

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

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

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

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

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

New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl make me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma it

Vanilla Ice like me
Said shit in Vibe to spite me
Then went and his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids swear just like me

And run around screamin, "I don't care, just me"
I think I was put here to the world
And destroy little 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves, clowns, 'cause they queer

Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, y'all live twenty miles away
And I don't wrestle, I'll you fuckin' faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at they snuck out

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

And I don't need help from to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me 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, I'll you out if you talk about me
Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes me
And if you run your mouth 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 this blonde mop on top
And fucked 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 like big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit 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 fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her

Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you faggot
Talkin' I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass

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

A half-brother and sister who never 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 girlfriend's

Hey, hey and then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the last page, right fast
And what do I A picture 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 even buy a couple

'Cause I'm, just Mathers
I'm just a regular guy, I don't why all the fuss about me
ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody run they mouth and take shots at me

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