Marshall Mathers
(专辑: The Marshall Mathers LP - 2000)
You know I
just don't get it Last year I
was nobody This year I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around like I
owe em something Heh, the
fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the
fuck out of here You 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
fuck before, All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (take shots at me) Yo, you might see me jogging, you might see me walking You might see me walking a
dead rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the
park with a
spiked collar Hollering at him 'cause the
son of a
bitch won't quit barking (grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leaning out a
window, with a
cocked shotgun Driving up the
block in the
car that they shot 'Pac in Looking for Big's killers, dressing 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 Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' popping and wrist watches I
just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Starting shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fucking 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 smiling Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent? Whatever happened to catching a
good old-fashioned Passionate ass-whooping and getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on the
Block, sucked a
lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I
can't wait 'til I
catch all you faggots in public I'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 me And run around screaming, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah) I
think I
was put here to annoy the
world And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl Plus I
was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer And call themselves "Clowns" 'cause they look queer Faggy 2
Dope and Silent Gay Claiming Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks) And I
don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the
fuck out Ask 'em about the
club they was at when they snuck out After 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 running your mouth again When you ain't seen a
fuckin Mile Road, South of 10 And I
don't need help, from D12, 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 (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 alone If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (your 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 Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The
underground just spunned 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 MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin bitch mom's 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 your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot! Talking about I
fabricated my past He's just aggravated I
won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!) So tell me, what the
hell is a
fella to do? For every million I
make, another relative sues Family fighting and fussing over 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 seen 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 step foot in my girlfriend's house Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I
walked to the
newsstand To buy this cheap-ass little 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 Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help: Uh, here – DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a
couple myself 'Cause 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
fuck before, All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (take shots at me) Because 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
fuck before, All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)