Marshall Mathers - 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'

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

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