Eminem - Marshall Mathers lyrics

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 somethin'
The fuck you want from me
Ten-million dollars? Get the fuck 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 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' (Ruff ruff)
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 fuckin' brats can't sing
And Britney's garbage what's this bitch
Retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever happened to wilin' out
And bein' 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 dick
Boy, girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch
All you faggots in public
I'ma love it (Ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh, uh)
He said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
(Haha) a bunch of little kids wanna
Swear just like me
And run around screamin' "I don't care
Just bite me!" (Na na)
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 (Hehe)
Faggy 2 Dope 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
Aks 'em about the club they was
At when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when
They saw us and bugged out (Ah)
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 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 fucked in mine like
You two little flamin' 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 (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 bitch, get off me
Go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked up head that I've got
I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around
And did a three-sixty
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, ' faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't
Ejaculate in his ass (Ugh)
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)
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, uh, here
"XXL! XXL!"
Now your magazine shouldn't have so
Much trouble to sell
Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'Cause 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)
Because 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)