You know, I just dont get it
Last year I was nobody, this year Im selling records
Now everybody wants to come around
Like I owe em something
The fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck outta here!
You see, Im just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Im just a regular guy
I dont 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 their 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 its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch wont quit barkin
Or leanin out a window with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Looking for Bigs killers, dressin ridiculous
Blue and red, like I dont see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-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 theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist poppin and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instincts to kill NSync, dont get me started
These fuckin brats cant sing and Britneys garbage
Whats this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin
Whatever happened to wilin out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catchin
A good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin
And gettin your shoes, coat and your hat tooken
The New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I cant wait til I catch all you faggots in public
Ima love it
Vanilla Ice dont like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yo)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (ha-ha)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin I dont 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 themselves clowns cause they look queer
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when yall live 20 miles away (fuckin punks)
And I dont wrestle, Ill knock you fuckin faggots 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 paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at yall runnin your mouth again
When you aint seen a fuckin mile road south of 10
And I dont need help from D12 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 dont get fucked in mine like you two little flamin faggots
Cause Im just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Im not a wrestler guy
Ill knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me)
Is it because you love me that yall expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy!
Now because of this blonde mop thats on top
Of this fucked up head that Ive got, Ive 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 hes too big to do some shit with MC Get Bizzy
My fuckin bitch moms suin for 10 million
She must want a dollar for every pill Ive 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 doesnt matter, your attorney Fred Gibsons a faggot
Talkin about I fabricated my past
Hes just aggravated I wont 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 of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey its me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybodys so happy and proud
Im finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriends house (Hey!)
And then to top it off I walked to the news stand
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
Um, here, XXL! XXL!
Now your magazine shouldnt have so much trouble to sell
Aww, fuck it, Ill even buy a couple myself
Cause Im just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Im just a regular guy
I dont 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 their mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
Cause Im just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Im just a regular guy
I dont 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 their mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)