Eminem - Marshall Mathers lyrics

[eminem]<br>You know I just don't get it<br>Last year I was nobody<br>This year I'm sellin records<br>Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin<br>Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? <br>Get the fuck out of here<br><br>Chorus one: eminem<br><br>You see i'm, just marshall mathers (marshall mathers)<br>I'm just a regular guy,<br>I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)<br>Nobody ever gave a fuck before,<br>All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)<br>Now everybody wanna run they mouth<br>And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)<br><br>[eminem]<br>Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin<br>You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog<br>With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar<br>Hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin<br>(grrrr, arf arf) or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun<br>Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'pac in<br>Lookin for big's killers, dressed in ridiculous<br>Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is<br>Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than chris wallace<br>Pissed off, cause biggie and 'pac just missed all this<br>Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em<br>And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets<br>And amidst all this crist' poppin and wristwatches<br>I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous<br>And walk around with an empty bottle of remi martin<br>Startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny cartman (God damnit!)<br>I'm anti-backstreet and ricky martin<br>With instincts to kill n'sync, don't get me started<br>These fuckin brats can't sing and britney's garbage<br>What's this bitch retarded? gimme back my sixteen dollars<br>All I see is sissies in magazines smiling<br>Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent? <br>Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned<br>Passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken? <br>New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick<br>Boy/girl groups make me sick<br>And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public<br>I'ma love it.. (hahaha)<br>Vanilla ice don't like me (uh-uh)<br>Said some shit in vibe to spite me (yup)<br>Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)<br>A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me<br>And run around screamin, I don't care, just bite me (nah nah)<br>I think I was put here to annoy the world<br>And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl<br>Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray faygo root beer<br>And call themselves clowns cause they look queer<br>Faggot2dope and silent gay<br>Claimin detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)<br>And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out<br>Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out<br>After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out<br>(ahhh!) ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!<br>Look at y'all runnin your mouth again<br>When you ain't seen a fuckin mile road, south of 10<br>And I don't need help, from d-12, to beat up two females<br>In make-up, who may try to scratch me with lee nails<br>Slim anus, you damn right, slim anus<br>I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!<br><br>Chorus two: eminem<br><br>Cause i'm, just marshall mathers (marshall mathers)<br>I'm not a wrestler guy,<br>I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)<br>Come and see me on the streets alone<br>If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)<br>And if you wanna run your mouth<br>Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)<br><br>[eminem]<br>Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? <br>You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck puffy<br>Now because of this blonde mop that's on top<br>And this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? <br>The underground just spunned around and did a 360<br>Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies<br>Oh, he just did some shit with missy,<br>So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with mc get-bizzy<br>My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten million<br>She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin<br>Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? <br>All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress<br>Which is it bitch, mrs. briggs or ms. mathers? <br>It doesn't matter you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!<br>Talkin about I fabricated my past<br>He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (uhh!)<br>So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? <br>For every million I make, another relative sues<br>Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper<br>All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (hey it's me!)<br>A half-brother and sister who never seen me<br>Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on tv<br>Now everybody's so happy and proud<br>I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house<br>Hey-hey! and then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand<br>To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp<br>Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast<br>And what do I see? a picture of my big white ass<br>Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help:<br>Uhh, here - double xl, double xl<br>Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell<br>Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself<br><br>Chorus one (2x)