Marshell Mathers Lyrics - Eminem

You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody 

This year I'm sellin' records 

Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin' 

The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars 

Get the fuck out of here 

You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy 

I don't know why all the fuss about me 

Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me 

Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to 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 it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar 

Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' 

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Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun 

Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in 

Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in 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 shoulda been there's like they switched wallets 

And amidst all this Crist poppin' and wristwatches 

I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous 

And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin 

Startin' shit like some twenty six year old skinny Cartman 

I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin 

With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started 

These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage 

What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars 

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling 

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Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent? 

Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned 

Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken? 

New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick 

Boy-girl groups make me sick 

And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public 

I'ma love it 

Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me 

Then went and dyed his hair just like me 

A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me 

And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" 

I think I was put here to annoy the world 

And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl 

Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer 

And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer 

Faggy 2Dope and Silent Gay 

Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin faggots) 

And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out 

Ask 'em 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 paint balls shot at they truck, blaow! 

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 fagots 

'Cuz I'm, just Marshall Mathers 

I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me 

Come and see me on the streets alone, if you assholes doubt me 

And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your 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 

Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? 

The underground just spunned 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 MC get bizzy 

My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million 

She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' 

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 (your attorney Fred Gibson's a) faggot! 

Talkin' about I fabricated my past 

He'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 fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper 

All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins 

A half-brother and sister who never seen 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 step foot in my girlfriend's house 

And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand 

To buy this cheap-ass little 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 

Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help 

Here, XXL, XXL 

Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell 

Fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself 

'Cuz I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy 

I don't know why all the fuss about me 

Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me 

Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me 

'Cuz I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy 

I don't know why all the fuss about me 

Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me 

Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me