Marshall Mathers

Marshall Mathers文本歌词

作词 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass

作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass

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

Heh the **** you want from me

ten million dollars

Get the **** 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 **** 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 ***** won't quit barkin

Or leanin out a window

with a****ed 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

26 year old skinny Cartman

I'm anti Backstreet

and Ricky Martin

with instincts to kill N'Sync

don't get me started

These ****in brats can't sing

and Britney's garbage

What's this ***** 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 olfashioned

passionate ass whoopin

and gettin your shoes coat

and your hat tooken

New Kids on the Block

sucked a lot of ****

Boy girl groups make me sick

And I can't wait til

I catch all you ******s in public

I'ma love it

Vanilla Ice don't like me

Said some shit in

**** 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 ******s who spray

Faygo Root Beer

and call themselves Clowns

cause they look queer

******2**** and Silent Gay

Claimin Detroit

when y'all live twenty miles away

And I don't wrestle

I'll knock you ****in

******s the **** 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 ****in

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 **** you damn right

Slim ****

I don't get ****ed in mine

like you two little

flaming ******

Cause 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 *******s 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 *****

get off me go **** Puffy

Now because of this blonde mop

that's on top

and this ****ed 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 ****in ***** mom's suin

for ten million

She must 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 mattress

Which is it *****

Mrs Briggs or Ms Mathers

It doesn't matter your ******

Talkin about I fabricated my past

He's just aggravated

I won't ********* 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

Hey hey 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

mother****ers some help

uhh here DOUBLE XL DOUBLE XL

Now your magazine shouldn't

have so much trouble to sell

Ahh **** it

I'll even buy a couple myself

cuz 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 **** before

all they did was doubt me

Now everybody

wanna run they mouth

and try to take shots at me

cuz 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 **** before

all they did was doubt me

Now everybody

wanna run they mouth

and try to take shots at me

Marshall MathersLRC歌词

作词 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass

作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass

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

Heh the **** you want from me

ten million dollars

Get the **** 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 **** 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 ***** won't quit barkin

Or leanin out a window

with a****ed 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

26 year old skinny Cartman

I'm anti Backstreet

and Ricky Martin

with instincts to kill N'Sync

don't get me started

These ****in brats can't sing

and Britney's garbage

What's this ***** 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 olfashioned

passionate ass whoopin

and gettin your shoes coat

and your hat tooken

New Kids on the Block

sucked a lot of ****

Boy girl groups make me sick

And I can't wait til

I catch all you ******s in public

I'ma love it

Vanilla Ice don't like me

Said some shit in

**** 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 ******s who spray

Faygo Root Beer

and call themselves Clowns

cause they look queer

******2**** and Silent Gay

Claimin Detroit

when y'all live twenty miles away

And I don't wrestle

I'll knock you ****in

******s the **** 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 ****in

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 **** you damn right

Slim ****

I don't get ****ed in mine

like you two little

flaming ******

Cause 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 *******s 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 *****

get off me go **** Puffy

Now because of this blonde mop

that's on top

and this ****ed 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 ****in ***** mom's suin

for ten million

She must 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 mattress

Which is it *****

Mrs Briggs or Ms Mathers

It doesn't matter your ******

Talkin about I fabricated my past

He's just aggravated

I won't ********* 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

Hey hey 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

mother****ers some help

uhh here DOUBLE XL DOUBLE XL

Now your magazine shouldn't

have so much trouble to sell

Ahh **** it

I'll even buy a couple myself

cuz 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 **** before

all they did was doubt me

Now everybody

wanna run they mouth

and try to take shots at me

cuz 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 **** before

all they did was doubt me

Now everybody

wanna run they mouth

and try to take shots at me