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 f**k you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the f**k outta 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 f**k 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 b***h 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, dressin' 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 Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs 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 Remy Martin Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started These f**kin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this b***h, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on the Block suck a lot of d**k Boy, girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fa***ts in public I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh) He said some s**t in Vibe to spite me (yup) 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!" (nah nah) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-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 Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (F**kin' punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you f**kin' faggots 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 f**kin' mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 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 f**ked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots Chorus ×2 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (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 (Assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie b***h, get off me, go f**k Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this f**ked 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**t with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some s**t with MC Get-Bizzy" My f**kin' b***h mom's suin' for ten-million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' S**t, where the f**k 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***h: 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 of a sudden I got ninety-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 motherf**kers some help: Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aw, f**k it, I'll even buy a couple myself Chorus ×2
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bass, Bass, Mathers [00:01.05] [00:03.53]You know, I just don't get it [00:06.18]Last year I was nobody [00:08.80]This year I'm sellin' records [00:11.52]Now everybody wants to come around like I owe' em somethin [00:14.85]The f**k you want from me, ten million dollars? [00:17.58]Get the f**k outta here [00:20.51]You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) [00:24.41]I'm just a regular guy [00:25.67]I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) [00:29.22]Nobody ever gave a f**k before [00:31.11]All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) [00:34.36]Now everybody wanna run they mouth [00:35.73]And try to take shots at me (take shots at me) [00:39.18]Yo you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' [00:42.25]You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog [00:44.34]With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar [00:47.19]Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a b***h won't quit barkin' [00:49.35]Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun [00:52.20]Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in [00:54.99]Lookin for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous [00:56.89]Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is [00:59.88]Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace [01:02.12]Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this [01:04.77]Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em [01:07.10]And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets [01:09.67]And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches [01:11.79]I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous [01:14.96]And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin [01:17.30]Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) [01:20.27]An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin [01:21.99]Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started [01:24.68]These f**kin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage [01:27.33]What's this b***h, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! [01:29.57]All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' [01:32.54]Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent? [01:34.92]Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' [01:36.57]And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? [01:39.98]New Kids on the Block suck a lot of d**k [01:42.68]Boy, girl groups make me sick [01:44.60]And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fa***ts in public [01:47.54]I'ma love it [01:49.49]Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh) [01:51.71]He said some s**t in Vibe to spite me (yup) [01:53.61]Then went and dyed his hair just like me [01:55.72]A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me [01:57.49]And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (nah nah) [01:59.77]I think I was put here to annoy the world [02:01.90]And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl [02:04.35]Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer [02:08.02]And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer [02:09.84]Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay [02:11.77]Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (F**kin' punks) [02:14.56]And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you f**kin' faggots the **** out [02:17.68]Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out [02:20.27]After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out [02:22.93]Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow! [02:25.21]Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again [02:26.54]When you ain't seen a f**kin' mile road south of 10 [02:28.87]And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females [02:31.82]In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails [02:34.96]"Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus [02:36.93]I don't get f**ked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots [02:39.48]Chorus ×2 [02:40.59]'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) [02:44.36]I'm not a wrestler guy [02:45.77]I'll knock you out if you talk about me [02:49.80]Come and see me on the streets alone [02:51.43]If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me) [02:54.64]And if you wanna run your mouth [02:55.94]Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) [02:59.34]Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? [03:02.28]You little groupie b***h, get off me, go f**k Puffy [03:04.28]Now because of this blonde mop that's on top [03:06.88]Of this f**ked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? [03:09.63]The underground just spunned around and did a 360 [03:12.15]Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies [03:14.73]"Oh, he just did some s**t with Missy [03:16.53]So now he thinks he's too big to do some s**t with MC Get-Bizzy" [03:19.66]My f**kin' b***h mom's suin' for ten-million [03:22.11]She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' [03:24.78]S**t, where the f**k you think I picked up the habit? [03:27.22]All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress [03:30.67]Which is it, b***h: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? [03:32.40]It doesn't matter, [your attorney Fred Gibson’s a] faggot [03:35.02]Talkin' about I fabricated my past [03:36.80]He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!) [03:39.11]So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? [03:42.22]For every million I make, another relative sues [03:44.32]Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper [03:47.17]All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!) [03:50.40]A half-brother and sister who never seen me [03:52.41]Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV [03:55.09]Now everybody's so happy and proud [03:56.46]I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey-hey!) [03:58.98]And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand [04:02.50]To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp [04:04.98]Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast [04:07.07]And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass [04:09.82]Okay, let me give you motherf**kers some help: [04:11.61]Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!" [04:14.57]Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell [04:17.00]Aw, f**k it, I'll even buy a couple myself [04:19.67]Chorus ×2
