[00:00.000] 作词 : Bass, Bass, Mathers
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[00:03.53]You know, I just don't get it
[00:06.18]Last year I was nobody
[00:08.80]This year I'm sellin' records
[00:11.52]Now everybody wants to come around like I owe' em somethin
[00:14.85]The f**k you want from me, ten million dollars?
[00:17.58]Get the f**k outta here
[00:20.51]You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall  Mathers)
[00:24.41]I'm just a regular guy
[00:25.67]I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
[00:29.22]Nobody ever gave a f**k before
[00:31.11]All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
[00:34.36]Now everybody wanna run they mouth
[00:35.73]And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
[00:39.18]Yo you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
[00:42.25]You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog
[00:44.34]With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
[00:47.19]Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a b***h won't quit barkin'
[00:49.35]Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun
[00:52.20]Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
[00:54.99]Lookin for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
[00:56.89]Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is
[00:59.88]Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
[01:02.12]Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
[01:04.77]Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
[01:07.10]And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
[01:09.67]And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
[01:11.79]I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
[01:14.96]And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
[01:17.30]Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
[01:20.27]An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
[01:21.99]Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started
[01:24.68]These f**kin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
[01:27.33]What's this b***h, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
[01:29.57]All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
[01:32.54]Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent?
[01:34.92]Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin'
[01:36.57]And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?
[01:39.98]New Kids on the Block suck a lot of d**k
[01:42.68]Boy, girl groups make me sick
[01:44.60]And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fa***ts in public
[01:47.54]I'ma love it
[01:49.49]Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh)
[01:51.71]He said some s**t in Vibe to spite me (yup)
[01:53.61]Then went and dyed his hair just like me
[01:55.72]A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
[01:57.49]And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (nah  nah)
[01:59.77]I think I was put here to annoy the world
[02:01.90]And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
[02:04.35]Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
[02:08.02]And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer
[02:09.84]Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
[02:11.77]Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (F**kin' punks)
[02:14.56]And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you f**kin' faggots the **** out
[02:17.68]Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
[02:20.27]After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
[02:22.93]Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow!
[02:25.21]Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
[02:26.54]When you ain't seen a f**kin' mile road south of 10
[02:28.87]And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females
[02:31.82]In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
[02:34.96]"Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus
[02:36.93]I don't get f**ked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots
[02:39.48]Chorus ×2
[02:40.59]'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
[02:44.36]I'm not a wrestler guy
[02:45.77]I'll knock you out if you talk about me
[02:49.80]Come and see me on the streets alone
[02:51.43]If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me)
[02:54.64]And if you wanna run your mouth
[02:55.94]Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me)
[02:59.34]Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
[03:02.28]You little groupie b***h, get off me, go f**k Puffy
[03:04.28]Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
[03:06.88]Of this f**ked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
[03:09.63]The underground just spunned around and did a 360
[03:12.15]Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
[03:14.73]"Oh, he just did some s**t with Missy
[03:16.53]So now he thinks he's too big to do some s**t with MC Get-Bizzy"
[03:19.66]My f**kin' b***h mom's suin' for ten-million
[03:22.11]She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
[03:24.78]S**t, where the f**k you think I picked up the habit?
[03:27.22]All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
[03:30.67]Which is it, b***h: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
[03:32.40]It doesn't matter, [your attorney Fred Gibson’s a] faggot
[03:35.02]Talkin' about I fabricated my past
[03:36.80]He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
[03:39.11]So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
[03:42.22]For every million I make, another relative sues
[03:44.32]Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
[03:47.17]All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey  it's  me!)
[03:50.40]A half-brother and sister who never seen me
[03:52.41]Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
[03:55.09]Now everybody's so happy and proud
[03:56.46]I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey-hey!)
[03:58.98]And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand
[04:02.50]To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
[04:04.98]Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
[04:07.07]And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
[04:09.82]Okay, let me give you motherf**kers some help:
[04:11.61]Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!"
[04:14.57]Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
[04:17.00]Aw, f**k it, I'll even buy a couple myself
[04:19.67]Chorus ×2