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 t