ฟังเพลงMarshall Mathers

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**k you want from me ten million dollars

Get the f**k out of here

Chorus One: Eminem

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 f**k 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）

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**ch won't quit barkin

（grrrr ARF ARF） Or leanin out a window with a cocked shotgun

Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in

Lookin for Big's killers dressed in ridiculous

Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is

Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than 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 wristwatches

I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous

And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin

Startin sh*t like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman （"God damnit "）

Eminem

I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin

With instincts to kill N'Sync don't get me started

These f**kin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage

What's this b**ch 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

Passionate a**-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken

New Kids on the Block sucked 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）

Vanilla Ice don't like me （uh-uh）

Said some sh*t in Vibe to spite me （yup）

Then went and dyed his hair just like me （hehe）

A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me

And run around screamin "I don't care just bite me" （nah nah）

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 faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer

And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer

Faggot2D**e and Silent Gay

Claimin Detroit when y'all live twenty miles away （f**kin punks）

And I don't wrestle I'll knock you f**kin faggots the f**k 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

（AHHH ） 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**kin 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 Anus " you damn right Slim Anus

I don't get f**ked in mine like you two little flaming faggots

Chorus Two: Eminem

Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers （Marshall Mathers）

I'm not a wrestler guy

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 （your best shot at me）

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me

You little groupie b**ch get off me go f**k Puffy

Now because of this blonde mop that's on top

And this f**ked 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*t with Missy

So now he thinks he's too big to do some sh*t with MC Get-Bizzy"

My f**kin b**ch mom's suin for ten million

She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin

Sh*t where the f**k 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**ch Mrs Briggs or Ms Mathers

faggot

Talkin about I fabricated my past

He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his a** （Uhh ）

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**kers some help:

Uhh here - DOUBLE XL DOUBLE XL

Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell

Ahh f**k it I'll even buy a couple myself

Chorus One （2X）