Eminem - Marshall Mathers Lp 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 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 f** before all they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run their 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 b**h won't quit barkin' Or leanin' out a window, with a co*ked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in Lookin' for Big's k**ers, dressed in ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge, thinkin' of 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 wrist watches I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin Startin' sh** like some 26 year old skinny Cartman I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin With instincts to k** N'Sync, don't get me started These f**in' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this b**h 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 Pa**ionate a**-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat And your hat tooken? New Kids on the Block, s**ed a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you f*ggots in public I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me Said some sh** in Vibe 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 f*ggots who spray Faygo Root Beer And call themselves, clowns, 'cause they look queer f*ggot2Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you f**in' f*ggots 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 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 an*s," you damn right, Slim an*s I don't get f**ed in mine like you two little flaming f*ggots '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 a**holes 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 b**h, 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 sh** with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some sh** with MC Get-Bizzy" My f**in' b**h mom's suin' for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' sh**, 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**h, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter you f*ggot Talkin' about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his a** 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 motherf**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 'Cause 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 f** before, all they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run they mouth and take shots at me 'Cause 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 f** before, all they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run they mouth and take shots at me