Marshall Mathers

Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC get bizzy
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?

Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females

Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins
Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
Boy-girl groups make me sick
Get the fuck out of here
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again

Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me

Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this

Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer

Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me"

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Here, double XL, double XL
I don't know why all the fuss about me
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
For every million I make, another relative sues
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me

Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me

Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
I don't know why all the fuss about me
I don't know why all the fuss about me
Fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy

I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
And amidst all this Crist poppin' and wristwatches

So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?

Fagot to dope and silent gay
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
It is fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?

Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
Come and see me on the streets alone, if you assholes doubt me
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road, South of 10
'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy

Startin' shit like some twenty six year old skinny Cartman
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Now everybody's so happy and proud
You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy

Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away
The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars

Slim anus you damn right, slim anus
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me

With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me

It doesn't matter your, fagot!
Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
I'ma love it

I think I was put here to annoy the world
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot at me
The underground just spunned around and did a 360