You know, I just don't get it
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Last year I was nobody, this year I'm selling records
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Now everybody wants to come around
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Like I owe 'em something
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The f*ck you want from me, ten million dollars?
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Get the f*ck outta here!
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You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
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I'm just a regular guy
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I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
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Nobody ever gave a f*ck before
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All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
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Now everybody wanna run their mouth
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And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
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Yo, 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 won't quit barkin'
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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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Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
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Blue and red, like I don't 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 wrist watches
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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 Remy Martin
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Startin' shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
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An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
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Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
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These f*ckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
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What's 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 being violent?
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Whatever happened to catchin'
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A good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin'
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And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken
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The New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick
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Boy/girl groups make me sick
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And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
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I'ma love it
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Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
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Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yo)
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Then went and dyed his hair just like me (ha-ha)
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A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
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And run around screamin' "I don't 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
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In faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
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And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer
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Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
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Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (f*ckin' punks)
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And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you f*ckin' faggots the f*ck out
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Ask '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
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Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
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Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
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When you ain't seen a f*ckin' mile road south of 10
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And I don't 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 don't get f*cked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots
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'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
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I'm not a wrestler guy
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I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me)
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Come and see me on the streets alone
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If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me)
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And if you wanna run your mouth
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Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me)
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Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
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You little groupie bitch, get off me, go f*ck Puffy!
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Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
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Of this f*cked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
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The underground just spunned around and did a 360
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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 he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Bizzy"
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My f*ckin' bitch mom's suin' for 10 million
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She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
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Shit, where the f*ck 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 doesn't matter, your attorney Fred Gibson's a faggot
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Talkin' about I fabricated my past
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He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass
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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 it's 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 everybody's so happy and proud
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I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!)
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And then to top it off I walked to the news stand
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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 motherf*ckers some help
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Um, here, "XXL! XXL!"
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Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
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Aww, f*ck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
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'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
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I'm just a regular guy
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I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
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Nobody ever gave a f*ck before
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All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
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Now everybody wanna run their mouth
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And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
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'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
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I'm just a regular guy
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I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
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Nobody ever gave a f*ck before
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All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
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Now everybody wanna run their mouth
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And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
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