作词 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass 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 **** you want from me ten million dollars Get the **** 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 **** 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 ***** won't quit barkin Or leanin out a window with a****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 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 I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync don't get me started These ****in brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this ***** 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 olfashioned passionate ass whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of **** Boy girl groups make me sick And I can't wait til I catch all you ******s in public I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me Said some shit in **** 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 ******s who spray Faygo Root Beer and call themselves Clowns cause they look queer ******2**** and Silent Gay Claimin Detroit when y'all live twenty miles away And I don't wrestle I'll knock you ****in ******s the **** 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 runnin your mouth again when you ain't seen a ****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 **** you damn right Slim **** I don't get ****ed in mine like you two little flaming ****** 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 *******s 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 ***** get off me go **** Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top and this ****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 shit with Missy so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Bizzy My ****in ***** mom's suin for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin Shit where the **** 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 ***** Mrs Briggs or Ms Mathers It doesn't matter your ****** Talkin about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ********* 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 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 mother****ers some help uhh here DOUBLE XL DOUBLE XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Ahh **** 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 **** 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 **** before all they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me
作词 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass 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 **** you want from me ten million dollars Get the **** 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 **** 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 ***** won't quit barkin Or leanin out a window with a****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 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 I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync don't get me started These ****in brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this ***** 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 olfashioned passionate ass whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of **** Boy girl groups make me sick And I can't wait til I catch all you ******s in public I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me Said some shit in **** 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 ******s who spray Faygo Root Beer and call themselves Clowns cause they look queer ******2**** and Silent Gay Claimin Detroit when y'all live twenty miles away And I don't wrestle I'll knock you ****in ******s the **** 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 runnin your mouth again when you ain't seen a ****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 **** you damn right Slim **** I don't get ****ed in mine like you two little flaming ****** 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 *******s 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 ***** get off me go **** Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top and this ****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 shit with Missy so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Bizzy My ****in ***** mom's suin for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin Shit where the **** 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 ***** Mrs Briggs or Ms Mathers It doesn't matter your ****** Talkin about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ********* 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 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 mother****ers some help uhh here DOUBLE XL DOUBLE XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Ahh **** 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 **** 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 **** before all they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me
