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Eminem - Marshall Mathers lyrics
You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everyone wants to come around like I owe 'em something What the fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars! Get the fuck outta here! You see I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshal Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why All the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) Yo, you might see me joggin' You might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog With his head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollering at him cause the son of a bitch wont quit barking Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off, cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off em And get dollars that should've been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Cris poppin and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with a empty bottle of Remi Martin Starting shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (God Damn It!) I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin Its instincts to kill N Sync don't get me started These fucking brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What is this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smiling (He-he!) Whatever happened to wildin out and being violent Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate Ass whoopin' and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken New kids on the block suck a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public I'mma love it (Ha-ha-ha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh) He said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yep!) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Heh-heh) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin "I don't care, just bite me" (Na-na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-year old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo root beer And call them selves clowns cause they look queer Faggots who don't but silent gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out Ask them about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out Ducked down and got paintball shot at they truck, plow Look at y'all runnin your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road South of 10 And I don't need help from D-12 To beat up two females in make up Who may try to scratch me with Lee nails Slim Anus! You damn right Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshal Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me (Talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me) And if wanna run your mouth Then come and take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top With this fucked up head that I've got I've gone pop The underground just spun around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with Emcee Get Busy My fuckin' bitch mom suing for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealing Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it bitch Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers It doesn't matter - faggot Talkin about how I fabricated my past She's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass So tell me what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fighting and fussin' Over for who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden I got 90 some cousins (Hey it's me!) A half brother and sister who never see me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to set foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!) And then to top it off I walk to the newsstand And buy this cheap ass magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass! Ok, lemme give you motherfuckers some help Uh here Double XL, Double XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aww fuck it I'll even buy a couple myself Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshal Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshal Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me |
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