Eminem I'm just Marshall Mathers Lyrics
            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 f___ you want from me, ten million dollars?
            Get the f___ 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 f___ 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 b____ won't quit barkin
            (grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a c___ed 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
            p___ed 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 just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
            and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
            startin s___ like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God d___it!")
            I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
            with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
            These f___in brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
            What's this b____ r_____ed? 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 a__-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
            New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of d___
            Boy/girl groups make me sick
            And I can't wait 'til I catch all you f__gots in public
            I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
            Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
            Said some s___ 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 f__gots who spray Faygo Root Beer
            and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
            f__got2Dope and Silent Gay
            Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (f___in punks)
            And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you f___in f__gots the f___ 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 f___in 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 a___," you d___ right, Slim a___
            I don't get f___ed in mine like you two little flaming f__gots!
        
            [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 a__holes doubt me (a__holes 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 b____, get off me, go f___ Puffy
            Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
            and this f___ed 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 s___ with Missy,
            so now he thinks he's too big to do some s___ with MC Get-Bizzy"
            My f___in b____ mom's suin for ten million
            She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin
            s___, where the f___ 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 b____, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
            It doesn't matter your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] f__got!
            Talkin about I fabricated my past
            He's just aggravated I won't e________ in his a__ (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-a__ 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 a__
            Okay, let me give you m_________ers some help:
            uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
            Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
            Ahh f___ it, I'll even buy a couple myself
        
            [Chorus One (2X)]
        
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