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Eminem - Marshall Mathers

Piesa Eminem Marshall Mathers face parte de pe albumul The Marshall Mathers LP , lansat in anul 2000 la casa de discuri Interscope Records .

Versuri Eminem - Marshall Mathers



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' 
The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars 
Get the fuck 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 fuck 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 bitch won't quit barkin' 
 
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked 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 twenty six year old skinny Cartman 
 
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin 
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started 
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage 
What's this bitch 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-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 fagots in public 
I'ma love it 
 
Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe 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 fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer 
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer 
 
Fagot to dope and silent gay 
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away 
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots 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 
Ducked down and got paint balls 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 fagots 
 
'Coz 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 assholes 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 bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy 
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top 
It is 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, fagot! 
Talkin' about I fabricated my past 
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate 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 
 
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 
Here, double XL, double XL 
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell 
Fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself 
 
'Coz 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 fuck before, all they did was doubt me 
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me 
 
'Coz 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 fuck before, all they did was doubt me 
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me


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