[Intro]
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You know, I just dont get it
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Last year, I was nobody
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This year, Im selling records
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Now everybody wants to come around
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Like I owe em somethin
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The fuck you want from me
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Ten-million dollars?
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Get the fuck outta here
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[Chorus 1]
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You see, Im just Marshall
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Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
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Im just a regular guy, I dont know why all the
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Fuss about me (Fuss about me)
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Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did
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Was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
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Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to
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Take shots at me (Take shots at me)
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[Verse 1]
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Yo
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You might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
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You might see me walkin a dead Rottweiler dog
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With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
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Hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch wont quit barkin (Ruff ruff)
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Or leanin out a window with a cocked shotgun
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Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
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Lookin for Bigs killers, dressin ridiculous
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Blue and red, like I dont see what the big deal is
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Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
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Pissed off cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
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Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off em
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And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
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And amidst all this Crist poppin and wristwatches
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I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
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And walk around with an empty bottle of Rémy Martin
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Startin shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
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An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
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Whose instincts to kill *NSYNC, dont get me started
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These fuckin brats cant sing and Britneys garbage
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Whats this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
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All I see is sissies in magazines smilin
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Whatever happened to wilin out and bein violent?
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Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin
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And gettin your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?
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[Bridge]
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New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick
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Boy, girl groups make me sick
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And I cant wait til I catch all you faggots in public
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Ima love it (Hahaha)
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[Verse 2]
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Vanilla Ice dont like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo)
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Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha)
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A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
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And run around screamin “I dont care, just bite me!” (Na-na)
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I think I was put here to annoy the world
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And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
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Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
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And call themselves clowns cause they look queer (Hehe)
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Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
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Claimin Detroit, when yall live twenty miles away (Fuckin punks)
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And I dont wrestle, Ill knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
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Aks em about the club they was at when they snuck out
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After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (Ah!)
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Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow!
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Look at yall runnin your mouth again
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When you aint seen a fuckin mile road south of 10
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And I dont need help from D12 to beat up two females
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In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
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“Slim Anus”? You damn right, slim anus
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I dont get fucked in mine like you two little flamin faggots
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[Chorus 2]
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‘Cause Im just Marshall
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Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
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Im not a wrestler guy, Ill knock you out
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If you talk about me (Talk about me)
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Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes
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Doubt me (Assholes doubt me)
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And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot
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At me (Best shot at me)
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[Verse 3]
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Is it because you love me that yall expect so much of me?
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You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
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Now because of this blonde mop thats on top
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Of this fucked up head that Ive got, Ive gone pop?
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The underground just spunned around and did a three-sixty
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Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
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“Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
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So now he thinks hes too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy”
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My fuckin bitch moms suin for ten-million
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She must want a dollar for every pill Ive been stealin
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Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
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All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
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Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
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It doesnt matter, **** ******** **** ******* * faggot
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Talkin about I fabricated my past
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Hes just aggravated I wont ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!)
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So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
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For every million I make, another relative sues
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Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
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All of a sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey, its me!)
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A half-brother and sister who never seen me
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Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
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Now everybodys so happy and proud
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Im finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriends house (Hey!)
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And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand
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To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
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Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
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And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
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Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help, uh, here
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“XXL! XXL!”
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Now your magazine shouldnt have so much trouble to sell
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Aw, fuck it, Ill even buy a couple myself
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[Chorus 3]
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‘Cause Im just Marshall
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Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
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Im just a regular guy, I dont know why all the
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Fuss about me (Fuss about me)
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Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did
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Was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
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Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to
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Take shots at me (Take shots at me)
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Because Im just Marshall
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Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
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Im just a regular guy, I dont know why all the
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Fuss about me (Fuss about me)
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Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did
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Was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
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Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to
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Take shots at me (Take shots at me)
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[Instrumental]
