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    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
    Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
    Get the fuck out of here


    You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall 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 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
    (grrrr, ARF ARF) 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 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
    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 faggots in public
    I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
    Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
    Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
    Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
    A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
    and run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
    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
    Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay
    Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
    And I don't wrestle, I'll 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
    (AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs 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 faggots!


    Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
    I'm not a wrestler guy,
    I'll 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 (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
    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 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 faggot!
    Talkin about I fabricated my past
    He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
    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 (Hey it's me!)
    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-hey! 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:
    uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
    Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
    Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself


    You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall 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)
    You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall 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)

  • 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
    Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
    Get the fuck out of here

    [Chorus One: Eminem]
    You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall 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)

    [Eminem]
    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
    (grrrr, ARF ARF) 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 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
    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 faggots in public
    I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
    Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
    Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
    Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
    A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
    and run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
    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
    Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay
    Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
    And I don't wrestle, I'll 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
    (AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs 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 faggots!

    [Chorus Two: Eminem]
    Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
    I'm not a wrestler guy,
    I'll 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 (your best shot at me)

    [Eminem]
    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 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 (Uhh!)
    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 (Hey it's me!)
    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-hey! 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:
    uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
    Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
    Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself

    [Chorus One (2X)]
    You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall 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)
    You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall 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)

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