Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

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

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

Yo, you might see me joggin, you see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead dog
it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin and
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
and around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever to whylin out and bein violent?
happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to 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 care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin the fuck out
Ask 'em the club they was at when they snuck out
after they 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 a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Eminem

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

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
and fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
so now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch suin for ten million
She 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
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family and fussin over 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 me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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