[Intro]
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 something
The f** you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the f** outta here
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
You might see me jogging, you might see me walking
You might see me walking a dead rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollering at him cause the son of a b**h won't quit barking
Or leaning out a window with a co*ked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Looking for Big's k**ers, dressing 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
Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should've been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' popping and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Starting sh** like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
With instinct's to k** N'Sync, don't get me started
These f**ing brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What is this b**h, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned
Pa**ionate a**-whooping and getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken
[Bridge]
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'mma love it
[Verse 2]
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...