Marshall Mathers

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Gimme back my sixteen dollars  All I see is sissies in magazines smiling  Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent ?  Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol’fashioned  passionate ass-whoopin and gettin 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 screamin "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  Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay  Claimin 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 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 !  [Refrain :]  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  and 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 suin for ten million  She must want a dollar for every pill I’ve been stealin  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 !  Talkin about I fabricated my past  He’s just aggravated I won’t ejaculate in his ass (Uhh !)  So tell me what the hell is a fella to do ?  For every million I make another relative sues  Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper  All the 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 :  uhh here - DOUBLE XL DOUBLE XL  Now your magazine shouldn’t have so much trouble to sell  Ahh fuck it I’ll even buy a couple myself  [Refrain :]  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 they mouth  and try to take shots at me (take shots at me)  (2x)