Marshall Mathers Lyrics

Marshall Mathers lyrics

You know I just don't get it 

Last year I was nobody 

This year I'm sellin records 

Now everyone wants to come around like I owe 'em something 

What the fuck you want from me? 

Ten million dollars! 

Get the fuck outta here! 



You see I'm just Marshall Mathers 

(Marshal 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) 



Yo, you might see me joggin' 

You might see me walkin' 

You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog 

With his head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar 

Hollering at him cause the son of a bitch wont quit barking 

Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun 

Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in 

Lookin for Big's killers, dressin' 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 should've been theirs like they switched wallets 

And amidst all this Cris poppin and wrist watches 

I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous 

And walk around with a empty bottle of Remi Martin 

Starting shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman 

(God Damn It!) 

I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin 

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

These fucking brats can't sing and Britney's garbage 

What is this bitch retarded? 

Gimme back my sixteen dollars 

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling 

(He-he!) 

Whatever happened to wildin out and being violent 

Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate 

Ass whoopin' and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken 



New kids on the block suck a lot of dick 

Boy/girl groups make me sick 

And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public 

I'mma love it 

(Ha-ha-ha) 



Vanilla Ice don't like me 

(Uh-uh) 

He said some shit in Vibe to spite me 

(Yep!) 

Then went and dyed his hair just like me 

(Heh-heh) 

A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me 

And run around screamin "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 them selves clowns cause they look queer 

Faggots who don't but silent gay 

Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away 

And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin' 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 

Ducked down and got paintball shot at they truck, plow 

Look at y'all runnin your mouth again 

When you ain't seen a fuckin' 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 fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots 



Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers 

(Marshal 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 wanna run your mouth 

Then come and take your best shot at me 

(Best shot at me) 



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 

With this fucked up head that I've got I've gone pop 

The underground just spun around and did a 360 

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 Emcee Get Busy 

My fuckin' bitch mom suing 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 - faggot 

Talkin about how I fabricated my past 

She's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass 

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

For every million I make, another relative sues 

Family fighting and fussin' 

Over for who wants to invite me to supper 

All of a sudden I got 90 some cousins 

(Hey it's me!) 

A half brother and sister who never see 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 set foot in my girlfriend's house 

(Hey!) 

And then to top it off I walk to the newsstand 

And buy this cheap ass 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! 

Ok, lemme give you motherfuckers some help 

Uh here Double XL, Double XL 

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

Aww fuck it I'll even buy a couple myself 



Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers 

(Marshal Mathers) 

I'm just a regular guy I don't know 

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) 



Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers 

(Marshal Mathers) 

I'm just a regular guy I don't know 

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)