Marshall Mathers (Explicit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass

You know I just don't get it

Last year I was nobody this year I'm selling records

Now everybody wants to come around

Like I owe 'em somethin'

The f**k you want from me 10 million dollars

Get the f**k outta here

You see I'm just Marshall Mathers

Marshall Mathers

I'm just a regular guy

I don't know why all the fuss about me

Fuss about me

Nobody ever gave a f**k before

All they did was doubt me

Did was doubt me

Now everybody wanna run their mouth

And try to take shots at me

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 its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar

Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a b***h 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

Looking for Big's killers dressin' ridiculous

Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is

Double barrel 12-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 theirs like they switched wallets

And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches

I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous

And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin

Startin' s**t like some 26 year old skinny Cartman

Godd**n it

An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin

Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC don't get me started

These f**kin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage

What's this b***h retarded give me back my 16 dollars

All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'

Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent

Whatever happened to catchin'

A good old-fashioned passionate a*s-whoopin'

And gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken

New Kids on the Block suck a lot of d**k

Boy girl groups make me sick

And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public

I'ma love it

Hahaha

Vanilla Ice don't like me

Uh-uh

He said some s**t in Vibe to spite me

Yo

Then went and dyed his hair just like me

Haha

A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me

And run around screamin' I don't care just bite me

Na-na

I think I was put here to annoy the world

And destroy your little four year old boy or girl

Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer

And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer

Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay

Claimin' Detroit when y'all live 20 miles away

F**kin' punks

And I don't wrestle I'll knock you f**kin' faggots the f**k 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 f**kin' mile road south of 10

And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females

In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails

Slim Anus you d**n right slim anus

I don't get f**ked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots

'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers

Marshall Mathers

I'm not a wrestler guy

I'll knock you out if you talk about me

You talk about me

Come and see me on the streets alone

If you a*sholes doubt me

A*sholes doubt me

And if you wanna run your mouth

Then come take your best shot at me

Best shot at me

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me

You little groupie b***h get off me go f**k Puffy

Now because of this blonde mop that's on top

Of this f**ked 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 s**t with Missy

So now he thinks he's too big to do some s**t with MC Get-Bizzy

My f**kin' b***h mom's suin' for 10 million

She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'

S**t where the f**k 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 b***h Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers

It doesn't matter **** ******** **** ******'* * faggot

Talkin' about I fabricated my past

He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his a*s

Ugh

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 of a sudden I got 90-some cousins

Hey it's me

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

And then to top it off I walked to the news stand

To buy this cheap-a*s 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 a*s

Okay let me give you motherf**kers some help

Uh here XXL XXL

Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell

Aw f**k it I'll even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers

Marshall Mathers

I'm just a regular guy

I don't know why all the fuss about me

Fuss about me

Nobody ever gave a f**k before

All they did was doubt me

Did was doubt me

Now everybody wanna run their mouth

And try to take shots at me

Take shots at me

Because I'm just Marshall Mathers

Marshall Mathers

I'm just a regular guy

I don't know why all the fuss about me

Fuss about me

Nobody ever gave a f**k before

All they did was doubt me

Did was doubt me

Now everybody wanna run their mouth

And try to take shots at me

Take shots at me