Lyrics: Marshall Mathers

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 sumthin...
The f*ck you want from me?
Ten million dollars?
Get the f*ck outta here!

You see I'm...
Just Marshall Mathers...
I'm just a regular guy I don't know why
All the fuss about me...
Nobody ever gave a f*ck before
All they did was doubt me...
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
And try to take shots at me...

Yo, you might see me joggin
Or 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 hollerin
At him cuz the son of a bitch wont quit barkin
Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Lookin for BIG's killas
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, cuz Biggie and Pac just missed all us
Watchin all these cheap immitations get rich off em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this chrys poppin and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseas
And walk around with a empty bottle of Remmy Martin
Startin sh*t like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (God Damn It)
I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N Sync don't get me started
These f*ckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded
Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin (Hehe)
Whatever happened to wilin 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 allota dick
Boy girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public
Ima love it (Ha Ha Ha)

Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh Uh)
He said some sh*t in "Vibe" to spite me (Yep)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Ha Ha)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
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 4 yr. old boy or girl
plus i was put here to put fear in faggots
who spray Faygo rootbeer and call themselves clowns
cause they look queer

Faggot 2 Dope and Silent Gay
claimin Detroit when y'all live 20 miles away
and i dont wrestle
i'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
after they saw us and bugged out
ducked out and got paintballs shot at they truck (blaow)

look at y'all runnin ya mouth again
when you aint seen a fuckin mile road south of 10
and i dont need help from D12 to beat up two females
in makeup who may try to scratch me with Lee nails

Slim Anus? You damn right Slim Anus!!
I dont get fucked in mine
like you two little flamin' faggots

you see im just Marshall Mathers
i'm not a wrestler guy
i'll knock you out if you talk about me
come and see me on the streets alone
if you assholes doubt me
and if you wanna run ya mouth
then come take yer best shot at me.