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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me a dead 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'

Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see the big deal is

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

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

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

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

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

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

And run screamin, "I don't care, just bite me"
I think I was put here to annoy the
And your little 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Beer
And call themselves, clowns, they look queer

and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all twenty miles away
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out

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

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

I'm just Marshall Mathers
I'm not a guy, I'll 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 take your best shot at me

Is it because you love me that y'all so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck 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 around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do shit with MC Get-Bizzy"

My fuckin' mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress

Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
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 million I make, relative sues
Family and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins
(Hey, me)

A half-brother and who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house

Hey, hey and to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And what do I see? A of my big white ass

Okay, let me give you some help
Uhh, here XL, double XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
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 everybody wanna run mouth and take shots at me

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