Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
year I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the out of here

You see I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
all did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run mouth
and try to take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead dog
with it's head 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, with a shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they wallets
And amidst all this poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty of Remi Martin
startin shit some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
and destroy your little boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out
after they ducked out the back they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your again
when you ain't seen a Mile Road, South of 10
And I need help, from D-12, to beat 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:

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

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone
The underground just around and did a 360
Now kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some with MC Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I my past
just aggravated 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 over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
and do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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