Marshall Matters – Eminem

[Eminem]You know I just don’t get itLast year I was nobodyThis year I’m sellin recordsNow everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethinHeh, the f*** you want from me, ten million dollars?Get the f*** out of hereChorus One: EminemYou 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*** before,all they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)Now everybody wanna run they mouthand try to take shots at me (take shots at me)[Eminem]Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkinYou might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dogwith it’s head chopped off in the park with a spiked collarhollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won’t quit barkin(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgunDrivin up the block in the car that they shot ‘Pac inLookin for Big’s killers, dressed in ridiculousblue and red like I don’t see what the big deal isDouble barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris WallacePissed off, cause Biggie and ‘Pac just missed all thisWatchin all these cheap imitations get rich off ‘emand get dollars that shoulda been there’s like they switched walletsAnd amidst all this Crist’ poppin and wristwatchesI had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseousand walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martinstartin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (God damnit!)I’m anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martinwith instincts to kill N’Sync, don’t get me startedThese fuc*** brats can’t sing and Britney’s garbageWhat’s this bitch retarded?Gimme back my sixteen dollarsAll I see is sissies in magazines smilingWhatever happened to whylin out and bein violent?Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol’ fashionedpassionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dickBoy/girl groups make me sickAnd I can’t wait ‘til I catch all you faggots in publicI’ma love it.. (hahaha)Vanilla Ice don’t like me (uh-uh)Said some shit 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 meand run around screamin, I don’t care, just bite me (nah nah)I think I was put here to annoy the worldand destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girlPlus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beerand call themselves Clowns cause they look queerFaggot2Dope and Silent GayClaimin Detroit, when y’all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)And I don’t wrestle, I’ll knock you fuc*** faggots the f*** outAsk ‘em about the club they was at when they snuck outafter 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 againwhen you ain’t seen a fuc*** Mile Road, South of 10And I don’t need help, from D-12, to beat up two femalesin make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee NailsSlim Anus, you damn right, Slim AnusI don’t get fuc*** in mine like you two little flaming faggots!Chorus Two: EminemCause I’m, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)I’m not a wrestler guy,I’ll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)Come and see me on the streets aloneif you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)And if you wanna run your mouththen come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)[Eminem]Is it because you love me that y’all expect so much of me?You little groupie bitch, get off me, go f*** PuffyNow because of this blonde mop that’s on topand this fuc*** up head that I’ve got, I’ve gone pop?The underground just spunned around and did a 360Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissiesOh, he just did some shit with Missy, so now he thinks he’s too big to do some shit with MC Get-BizzyMy fuc*** bitch mom’s suin for ten millionShe must want a dollar for every pill I’ve been stealinShit, where the f*** you think I picked up the habit?All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattressWhich is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?It doesn’t matter your [attorney Fred Gibson’s a] faggot!Talkin about I fabricated my pastHe’s just aggravated I won’t ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?For every million I make, another relative suesFamily fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supperAll the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey it’s me!)A half-brother and sister who never seen meor even bothered to call me until they saw me on TVNow everybody’s so happy and proudI’m finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend’s houseHey-hey!And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstandto buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stampSkipped to the last page, flipped right fastand what do I see?A picture of my big white assOkay, let me give you motherfuc*** some help:uhh, here – DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XLNow your magazine shouldn’t have so much trouble to sellAhh f*** it, I’ll even buy a couple myselfChorus One (2X)