Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin
Now everybody wants to around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
all they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody wanna run they
and try to take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked
hollerin at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
and walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol'
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy/girl make me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of little wanna swear just like me
and run screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put to annoy the world
and destroy your 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause look queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin Detroit, y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at they snuck out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth
when you ain't seen a Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine like you two flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you about me)
Come and see me on the streets
if you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you run your mouth
come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone
The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
so now he he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
to buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
and what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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