Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I just get it
Last I was nobody
year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe em somethin
Heh, the you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
all they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody wanna run mouth
and try to shots at me (take shots at me)

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

Chorus Two:

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

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's for ten million
She must want a for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin I fabricated 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 million I make, another sues
Family fightin and fussin who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
or even bothered to call me until saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
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 this cheap-ass magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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