[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 them something
The fuck you want from me?
Ten million dollars?
Get the fuck outta here
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
Yo
You might see me jogging, you might see me walking
You might see mе walking a dead Rottweiler dog
With its hеad chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollering at him because the son of a bitch won't quit barking (Ruff ruff)
Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Looking for Big's killers, 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 because Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off them
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' popping and wristwatches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Rémy Martin
Starting 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 fucking 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 smiling (Hee-hee!)
Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whooping
And getting your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?
[Bridge]
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 (Hahaha)
[Verse 2]
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 screaming "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 because they look queer (Hehe)
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claiming Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fucking punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fucking faggots the fuck out
Ask them 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 running your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fucking 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 flaming faggots
[Chorus]
Because 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)
[Verse 3]
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 fucking bitch mom's sued me for ten-million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealing
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, [your attorney Fred Gibson’s a] faggot
Talking 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 fighting and fussing 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
[Chorus]
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)
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)
[Instrumental]
