Eminem - Marshall Mathers Lyrics

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[Intro]

You know I just don't get it

Last year I was nobody this year I'm selling records

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

The fuck you want from me 10 million dollars. Get the fuck out of here

[Hook]

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

[Verse 1]

You might see me jogging you might see me walking

You might see me walking a dead rottweiler dog

With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar

Hollering at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barking

Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun

Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in

Looking for Big's killers dressing ridiculous

Blue-and-red like I don't see what the big deal is

Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace

Pissed off cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this

Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em

And get dollars that should've been theirs like they switched wallets

And amidst all this Crist' popping and wristwatches

I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous

And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin

Starting shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (God Damn it!)

I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin

With 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? Give me back my 16 dollars!

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling

Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent?

Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned

Passionate ass-whooping and getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken?

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[Bridge]

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 faggots in public I'mma love it

[Verse 2]

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 screaming "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 faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer

And call themselves clowns cause they look queer

Faggot 2 Dope and Silent Gay

Claiming Detroit when y'all live 20 miles away

And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fucking 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 y'all running your mouth again

When you ain't seen a fucking 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

[Hook 2]

Cause 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

[Verse 3]

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

And 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 fucking bitch mom's suing for 10 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 your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot

Talking 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 fighting and fussing over who wants to invite me to supper

All of a 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(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 mothafuckas some help um here XXL! XXL!

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

Ahh fuck it I'll even buy a couple myself

[Hook]

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