Marshall Mathers歌词
作词 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass
You know I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come
around like I owe em somethin
Heh the **** you want from me
ten million dollars
Get the **** out of here
You see I'm
just Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss
about me
Nobody ever gave a **** before
all they did was doubt me
Now everybody
wanna run they mouth
and try to 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 it's head chopped off
in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the
son of a ***** won't quit barkin
Or leanin out a window
with a****ed shotgun
Drivin up the block
in the car that
they shot Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers
dressed in 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
shoulda been there's
like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist
poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just
watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an
empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some
26 year old skinny Cartman
I'm anti Backstreet
and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync
don't get me started
These ****in brats can't sing
and Britney's garbage
What's this ***** retarded
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 olfashioned
passionate ass whoopin
and gettin your shoes coat
and your hat tooken
New Kids on the Block
sucked a lot of ****
Boy girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait til
I catch all you ******s in public
I'ma love it
Vanilla Ice don't like me
Said some shit in
**** to spite me
Then went and dyed his
hair just like me
A bunch of little kids
wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin
I don't care
just bite me
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 ******s who spray
Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves Clowns
cause they look queer
******2**** and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit
when y'all live twenty miles away
And I don't wrestle
I'll knock you ****in
******s the **** 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
Ducked down and got
paintballs shot at
they truck blaow
Look at y'all runnin
your mouth again
when you ain't seen a ****in
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 **** you damn right
Slim ****
I don't get ****ed in mine
like you two little
flaming ******
Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers
I'm not a wrestler guy
I'll knock you out
if you talk about me
Come and see me
on the streets alone
if you *******s doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth
then come take your
best shot at me
Is it because you love me
that y'all expect so much of me
You little groupie *****
get off me go **** Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop
that's on top
and this ****ed 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 ****in ***** mom's suin
for ten million
She must want a dollar
for every pill I've been stealin
Shit where the **** 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 *****
Mrs Briggs or Ms Mathers
It doesn't matter your ******
Talkin about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated
I won't ********* in his ass
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
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
mother****ers some help
uhh here DOUBLE XL DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't
have so much trouble to sell
Ahh **** it
I'll even buy a couple myself
cuz I'm
just Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss
about me
Nobody ever gave a **** before
all they did was doubt me
Now everybody
wanna run they mouth
and try to take shots at me
cuz I'm
just Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss
about me
Nobody ever gave a **** before
all they did was doubt me
Now everybody
wanna run they mouth
and try to take shots at me
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass
You know I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come
around like I owe em somethin
Heh the **** you want from me
ten million dollars
Get the **** out of here
You see I'm
just Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss
about me
Nobody ever gave a **** before
all they did was doubt me
Now everybody
wanna run they mouth
and try to 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 it's head chopped off
in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the
son of a ***** won't quit barkin
Or leanin out a window
with a****ed shotgun
Drivin up the block
in the car that
they shot Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers
dressed in 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
shoulda been there's
like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist
poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just
watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an
empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some
26 year old skinny Cartman
I'm anti Backstreet
and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync
don't get me started
These ****in brats can't sing
and Britney's garbage
What's this ***** retarded
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 olfashioned
passionate ass whoopin
and gettin your shoes coat
and your hat tooken
New Kids on the Block
sucked a lot of ****
Boy girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait til
I catch all you ******s in public
I'ma love it
Vanilla Ice don't like me
Said some shit in
**** to spite me
Then went and dyed his
hair just like me
A bunch of little kids
wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin
I don't care
just bite me
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 ******s who spray
Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves Clowns
cause they look queer
******2**** and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit
when y'all live twenty miles away
And I don't wrestle
I'll knock you ****in
******s the **** 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
Ducked down and got
paintballs shot at
they truck blaow
Look at y'all runnin
your mouth again
when you ain't seen a ****in
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 **** you damn right
Slim ****
I don't get ****ed in mine
like you two little
flaming ******
Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers
I'm not a wrestler guy
I'll knock you out
if you talk about me
Come and see me
on the streets alone
if you *******s doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth
then come take your
best shot at me
Is it because you love me
that y'all expect so much of me
You little groupie *****
get off me go **** Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop
that's on top
and this ****ed 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 ****in ***** mom's suin
for ten million
She must want a dollar
for every pill I've been stealin
Shit where the **** 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 *****
Mrs Briggs or Ms Mathers
It doesn't matter your ******
Talkin about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated
I won't ********* in his ass
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
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
mother****ers some help
uhh here DOUBLE XL DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't
have so much trouble to sell
Ahh **** it
I'll even buy a couple myself
cuz I'm
just Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss
about me
Nobody ever gave a **** before
all they did was doubt me
Now everybody
wanna run they mouth
and try to take shots at me
cuz I'm
just Marshall Mathers
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss
about me
Nobody ever gave a **** before
all they did was doubt me
Now everybody
wanna run they mouth
and try to take shots at me
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