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You know, I just don't get it br>
Last year I was nobody br>
This year I'm sellin' records br>
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe' em somethin br>
The f**k you want from me, ten million dollars? br>
Get the f**k outta here br>
You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) br>
I'm just a regular guy br>
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) br>
Nobody ever gave a f**k before br>
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) br>
Now everybody wanna run they mouth br>
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me) br>
Yo you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' br>
You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog br>
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar br>
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a b***h won't quit barkin' br>
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun br>
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in br>
Lookin for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous br>
Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is br>
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace br>
Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this br>
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em br>
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets br>
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches br>
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous br>
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin br>
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) br>
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin br>
Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started br>
These f**kin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage br>
What's this b***h, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! br>
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' br>
Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent? br>
Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' br>
And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? br>
New Kids on the Block suck a lot of d**k br>
Boy, girl groups make me sick br>
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fa***ts in public br>
I'ma love it br>
Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh) br>
He said some s**t in Vibe to spite me (yup) br>
Then went and dyed his hair just like me br>
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me br>
And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (nah nah) br>
I think I was put here to annoy the world br>
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl br>
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer br>
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer br>
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay br>
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (F**kin' punks) br>
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you f**kin' faggots the **** out br>
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out br>
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out br>
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow! br>
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again br>
When you ain't seen a f**kin' mile road south of 10 br>
And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females br>
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails br>
"Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus br>
I don't get f**ked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots br>
Chorus ×2 br>
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) br>
I'm not a wrestler guy br>
I'll knock you out if you talk about me br>
Come and see me on the streets alone br>
If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me) br>
And if you wanna run your mouth br>
Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) br>
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? br>
You little groupie b***h, get off me, go f**k Puffy br>
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top br>
Of this f**ked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? br>
The underground just spunned around and did a 360 br>
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies br>
"Oh, he just did some s**t with Missy br>
So now he thinks he's too big to do some s**t with MC Get-Bizzy" br>
My f**kin' b***h mom's suin' for ten-million br>
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' br>
S**t, where the f**k you think I picked up the habit? br>
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress br>
Which is it, b***h: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? br>
It doesn't matter, faggot br>
Talkin' about I fabricated my past br>
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!) br>
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? br>
For every million I make, another relative sues br>
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper br>
All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!) br>
A half-brother and sister who never seen me br>
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV br>
Now everybody's so happy and proud br>
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey-hey!) br>
And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand br>
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp br>
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast br>
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass br>
Okay, let me give you motherf**kers some help: br>
Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!" br>
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell br>
Aw, f**k it, I'll even buy a couple myself br>
Chorus ×2 br>