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| Marshall Mathers LP lyrics continued... Marshall Mathers You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everyone wants to come around like I owe em sumthin... The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars? Get the fuck outta 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 fuck 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 Or you might see me walkin You might see me walkin A dead rottweiler dog With his head chopped off in the park With a spiked collar hollerin At him cuz the son of a bitch wont quit barkin Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Lookin for BIG's killas Dressin ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off, cuz Biggie and Pac just missed all us Watchin all these cheap immitations get rich off em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amist all this chris poppin and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseas And walk around with a empty bottle of Remmy Martin Startin shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (God Damn It) I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin It's instincts to kill N Sync don't get me started These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What is this bitch retarded Gimme back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smilin (Hehe) Whatever happened to wildin out and being violent Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate Ass whoopin and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken New kids on the block suck allota dick Boy girl groups make me sick And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public Imma love it (Ha Ha Ha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh Uh) He said some shit devior despite me (Yep) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Ha Ha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me 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 4 year old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear In faggots who spray FAYGO root beer And call themselves clowns cuz they look queer FAGGY 2 dope and silent gay Claimin Detriot, when y'all live twenty miles away And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out Ask them 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 paintball shot at they truck PLOW! Look at y'all runnin your mouth again When you aint seen a fuckin mile roll South of 10 And I don't need help From D-12 To beat up Two females And make up When they tried to scratch me Wit Lee nails Slim Anus...you damn right Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin faggots Cuz 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 assholes doubt me... And if wanna run your mouth Then come and take your best shot at me... Is it because you love me That y'all expect so much of me You little groupie bitch get off me Go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop That's on top Wit this fucked up head that I've got I've gone pop The underground just spun 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 Busy My fuckin bitch mom suing for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I been stealin Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit All I had to do was go in her room and lift up a matress Which is it bitch Mrs. Riggs or Ms. Mathers It doesn't matter........faggot Talkin about how I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I wont ejaculate 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 for 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 set foot in my girlfriends house (Hey) And then to top it off I walk to the newsstand And buy this cheap ass 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! Ok, lemme give you motherfuckers some help Uh here...double XL, double XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aww fuck it I'll even buy a couple myself Cuz I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... Because I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... Ken Kaniff Uuuhoh, yeah Oh, suck it Oh, fuck yu Oh, Shagy Oh, this is why they call you two dope ain't it Oh, fuck yu Oh, take it out, take it out! Oh, now give something to Jay Oh, violent Jay Wait don't bite it Don't be violent with it now just suck it nice and slow, yeah oh oh fuck yu you got oh now give it back to Shagy he was sucking it better Oh, now say my name Eminem, say my name, Eminem WHAT! Ohh fuck you guys Gi-give me my dick back Fuck you guys If you want Eminem you can Have Eminem Fuck you guys (Ken) I'm on leaving (no) (Kenn wait, oh damn) (Nice going Shagy) Drug Ballard hmmm, whoaaa, hmm ... Guess what? I ain't coming in yet, i'll come in in a minute Aiyo, this is my love song. It goes like this.... Back when Mark Wallburg was marky mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to...mix in with bacardi dark and when it... kicks in you can hardely talk and by the... sixth gin you gon probly crawl and you'll be... sick then and you'll probly barf and my pre-...diction is that you gon probably fall either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall and every-... things spinnin your beginning to think women are swimmin in pink linen again in the sink then in a couple of minutes that bottle of guinness is finished you are now allowed to officially slap bitches you have the right to remain violent and start wildin start a fight with the same guy that was smart rhymin get in the car and start it and start drivin over the island and cause a 42 car pile up Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot, looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it All i could see is a bunch of smoke flyin and I'm so high that I might die if i go by it. Let me out of this place I'm outta place, I'm in in outter space, I've just vanished without a trace. I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow, I'll be back in an hour or so. Cuz every time I go to try to leave (whoa-o-o) someone keeps pullin on my sleeve (whoa-o-o) I dont wanna but I gotta stay (whoa-o-o) these drugs really gotta hold on me (whoa-o-o) Cuz everytime I try ta tell 'em no (no-o-o) they won't let me ever let 'em go (go-o-o) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (whoa-o-o) is drug's really gotta hold on me In third grade all I used to do, was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cubeI'm as rude as jude (jude from the jenny show! he was the rudest guest she had ever had!) Schemein on the first chick with the hugest boobs I got no game, and every face looks the same they got no name, so i don't need game to play I just say whatever I want, to whoever I want, whenever i want, wherever I want, however I want However I do show some respect to few This ecstacy has got me standin next to you Gettin sentimental as fuck, spillin guts to you We just met, but I think I'm in love with you But your on it too, so you tell me you love me too, Wake up in the morning like "What the fuck we do?" I gotta go bitch, you know I got stuff to do, Cuz if I get caught cheatin then I'm stuck with you But in the long run these drugs are gonna catch up sooner or later But fuck it I'm on one, so let's enjoy, let the ex destroy your spinal chord, so it's not a straight line no more So we walk around lookin like some wind-up dolls, shit stickin out of our backs like a dinosaur, Shit, six hit's won't even get me high no more, so bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more Chorus That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow when you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow your probably gonna wanna do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it and whats a little bit of alcohol poisoning? and whats a little fight, tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life, live it however you wanna Marajuana is everywhere, where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin Cuz none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin, even though you wake up feelin like shit every mornin. But your young, you got a lot of drugs to do, girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now I wouldn't, I woulda did more shit that people said that I shouldnt But I'm all grown up now, and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and updated But I still gotta a lot of growin up to do, I still gotta whole lot of throwin up to spew But when it's all said and done before I know it I'll be forty wit a 40 on the porch tellin stories with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids on my lap, babysitting for Hailey, while Hailey's out gettin shmashed. Chorus x 2 drugs really gotta hold on me really got a hold on me drugs really gotta hold on me they really got a hold on me Amityville (He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll) Accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, God damnit, he will (He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (Eminem) I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick Pen full of ink, think sinful and raps sick shit Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit Drink Gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers Hash Whiskey and ash 'til I slap bitches Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past 6 years Mash with me again and imagine this Chorus x2: (He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll) Accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, God damnit, he will (He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (Bizarre) Fuck my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat Hehe, guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope My little sisters birthday, she'll remember me Forgive for havin' tellin' my <----------------- For a gift I had ten of my boy's take her viginity And bitches know me as a horny-ass freak Her mother wasn't raped; I ate her pussy while she was asleep Pissy drunk throwing up in a urinal (YOU FUCKING HOMO!) That's what I said up at my dad's funeral Chorus x2 (Eminem) That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin' idiots still That's why the first motherfucker poppin' some shit, he gets killed That's why we don't call it "Detroit", we call it "Amityville" You can get capped after just having a cavity filled That's why they're crowned the murder capital still This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin' Hamburger Hill We don't do drive-bys; we park in front of houses and shoot And when the police come, we fuckin' shoot it out with them too That's the mentality here, that's the reality here Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? While I'm holdin' a pistol with this many calibers here? Try some registration, it just made the shit valid this year? 'Cause once I snap, I can't be held accountable for my actions That's when accidents happen, when a thousand bullets come at your house And collapse the foundation around you when they found you and your family in it God damnit, admit it when he told you Chorus x2 Bitch please part 2 (dr.Dre) Yeah What up Detroit? (Snoop) Nah Uh ah ah, oh no he didn't, AHH, they didn't do it again. Wha what, wha what? You shit on these niggas two times Dr. Dre? (Dre) Oh Fo Sho! (snoop) Uh uh no! You smell dat dis is special right here. Wha what, what what, what? It's a toast to the boogie baby...to tha boogie oogie oogie! Yeah ya KNOW? What's cracking Dre (DRE): Jus let me lay back and kick some ol' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit start riots like Limp Biskit, (LIMP BISKIT!!) Throw on Guilty Conscience on concerts and watch mosh pits til muthafuckas knock each other unconcsious. Some of these crowds that Slim draws, Is as rowdy as Crenshaw... Boulevard When it's packed and full of cars. Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw, Is niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South Central (OH...girl screams) Not these niggas again, grown ass ignorant men Wit hair triggas again (shit) You and what army, could harm me D-R-E And Shady wit Doggy from Long Beach (snoop; EASTSIDE!) We came a long way to making these songs play It a be a wrong move ta stare at me tha wrong way I got a long uz, an I carry it all day (blah..ah.ah..ah) Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just being Andre But I... (Snoop): Somehow someway...Hello Nigga. You know about DAWGAY (ah)(Snoop Dogg!) Now let me cut these niggas up And show'em where tha fuck I'm comin from I get tha party crackin wit tha shit that I be spittin son Hit &Run. Get it Done. Get the Funds. Split and Run. Got about 50 guns,and I love all of em' tha same Bang Bang. Damn Baby girl what's yo name? (what's yo name) I forgot. What'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed (fucked up) Hangin in tha club wit my nephew Eminem (Snoop: What's up Eminem) What up cuz? (Em: What's up Snoop?) The Great White American Hope Done hooked up wit tha KING of the MUTHAFUCKIN West Coast BABY! (Chorus): (Nate Dogg): And you really don't wanna fuck wit me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat (gunshot) (Snoop): That's tha devil, they always wanna dance. (X-hibit): I'm tha head nigga in charge, I'm watching you move Ya found dead in yo garage, wit 10 o'clock news...coverage Gotta love it cuz I expose tha façade. Your little lungs is too small to hotbox wit god. All jokes aside come bounce wit us Standing over you wit a 12 gauge about ta bust It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in a bodybag but never in cuffs So who do you trust, they just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in tha club shootin wit Puff (gunshots) BITCH PLEASE! You must have a mental disease Assume tha position and get back down on ya knees C'MON(gunshots) Chrous: (Eminem): (imitating Snoop): Ahh No , Big Slim Dogg, 80 pound balls (Snoop: Wha?), dick six inch long(Snoop:Hmm?) Back up in tha Heesy(Snoop: Baby!) Baby, He's Shady (snoop): He's so crazy! Give me tha mic, let me recite to Timothy White Pickets outside the Interscope offices everynight What if he's right, And I'm just a criminal making a livin off tha world's misery What in the world gives me the right to say what I like Walk around Flippin tha bird, livin tha ur-ban life like a White kid from tha 'burbs Dreamin at night, and screamin at moms schemin ta leave Run away from home and grow ta be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me, and people ta see That somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found so tha reason you've been seeing this me Cuz this is me now, tha recent dude who's been being this mean So when you see me dressin up like a nerd on TV Or heard tha CD, using tha fag word so freely It's just me being me, Here you want me ta tone it down SUCK MY FUCKIN DICK YOU FAGGOT, ya happy now? Look here: (Impersonating Snoop) I start some trouble everywhere that I go Ask tha bouncers in tha club cuz they know I start some shit they throw me out the back do' Come back and shoot tha club up wit a fo' fo' Chorus (X-hibit) 2001 and forever Slim Shady...Dr. Dre...Snoop Dogg...X to tha Z...Nate Dogg...C'mon yeah Lyrics continued on Marshall Mathers LP 4> |
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