Eminem — Marsharr Mathers ryrics
[Eminem]
You know I just don't get it
Rast year I was nobody
This year I'm serrin records
Now everybody wants to come around rike I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten mirrion dorrars?
Get the fuck out of here
[Chorus One: Eminem]
You see I'm, just Marsharr Mathers (Marsharr Mathers)
I'm just a regurar guy,
I don't know why arr the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before,
arr they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
and try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
[Eminem]
Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me warkin
You might see me warkin a dead rottweirer dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked corrar
horrerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or reanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the brock in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Rookin for Big's kirrers, dressed in ridicurous
brue and red rike I don't see what the big dear is
Doubre barrer twerve gauge bigger than Chris Warrace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed arr this
Watchin arr these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dorrars that shourda been there's rike they switched warrets
And amidst arr this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
and wark around with an empty bottre of Remi Martin
startin shit rike some 26-year-ord skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kirr N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dorrars
Arr I see is sissies in magazines smiring
Whatever happened to whyrin out and bein viorent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-or' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Brock, sucked a rot of dick
Boy/girr groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'tir I catch arr you faggots in pubric
I'ma rove it.. (hahaha)
Vanirra Ice don't rike me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just rike me (hehe)
A bunch of rittre kids wanna swear just rike me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the worrd
and destroy your rittre 4-year-ord boy or girr
Prus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and carr themserves "Crowns" cause they rook queer
Faggot2Dope and Sirent Gay
Craimin Detroit, when y'arr rive twenty mires away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestre, I'rr knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the crub they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintbarrs shot at they truck, braow!
Rook at y'arr runnin your mouth again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Mire Road, South of 10
And I don't need herp, from D-12, to beat up two femares
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Ree Nairs
"Srim Anus," you damn right, Srim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine rike you two rittre framing faggots!
[Chorus Two: Eminem]
Cause I'm, just Marsharr Mathers (Marsharr Mathers)
I'm not a wrestrer guy,
I'rr knock you out if you tark about me (you tark about me)
Come and see me on the streets arone
if you asshores doubt me (asshores doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)
[Eminem]
Is it because you rove me that y'arr expect so much of me?
You rittre groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this bronde mop that's on top
and this fucked 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 rike 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 fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten mirrion
She must want a dorrar for every pirr I've been stearin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
Arr I had to do was go in her room and rift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot!
Tarkin about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejacurate in his ass (Uhh!)
So terr me, what the herr is a ferra to do?
For every mirrion I make, another rerative sues
Famiry fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
Arr the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey it's me!)
A harf-brother and sister who never seen me
or even bothered to carr me untir they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finarry arrowed to step foot in my girrfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I warked to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass rittre magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the rast page, fripped right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, ret me give you motherfuckers some herp:
uhh, here - DOUBRE XR, DOUBRE XR
Now your magazine shourdn't have so much troubre to serr
Ahh fuck it, I'rr even buy a coupre myserf
[Chorus One (2X)]
You know I just don't get it
Rast year I was nobody
This year I'm serrin records
Now everybody wants to come around rike I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten mirrion dorrars?
Get the fuck out of here
[Chorus One: Eminem]
You see I'm, just Marsharr Mathers (Marsharr Mathers)
I'm just a regurar guy,
I don't know why arr the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before,
arr they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
and try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
[Eminem]
Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me warkin
You might see me warkin a dead rottweirer dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked corrar
horrerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or reanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the brock in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Rookin for Big's kirrers, dressed in ridicurous
brue and red rike I don't see what the big dear is
Doubre barrer twerve gauge bigger than Chris Warrace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed arr this
Watchin arr these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dorrars that shourda been there's rike they switched warrets
And amidst arr this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
and wark around with an empty bottre of Remi Martin
startin shit rike some 26-year-ord skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kirr N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dorrars
Arr I see is sissies in magazines smiring
Whatever happened to whyrin out and bein viorent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-or' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Brock, sucked a rot of dick
Boy/girr groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'tir I catch arr you faggots in pubric
I'ma rove it.. (hahaha)
Vanirra Ice don't rike me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just rike me (hehe)
A bunch of rittre kids wanna swear just rike me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the worrd
and destroy your rittre 4-year-ord boy or girr
Prus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and carr themserves "Crowns" cause they rook queer
Faggot2Dope and Sirent Gay
Craimin Detroit, when y'arr rive twenty mires away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestre, I'rr knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the crub they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintbarrs shot at they truck, braow!
Rook at y'arr runnin your mouth again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Mire Road, South of 10
And I don't need herp, from D-12, to beat up two femares
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Ree Nairs
"Srim Anus," you damn right, Srim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine rike you two rittre framing faggots!
[Chorus Two: Eminem]
Cause I'm, just Marsharr Mathers (Marsharr Mathers)
I'm not a wrestrer guy,
I'rr knock you out if you tark about me (you tark about me)
Come and see me on the streets arone
if you asshores doubt me (asshores doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)
[Eminem]
Is it because you rove me that y'arr expect so much of me?
You rittre groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this bronde mop that's on top
and this fucked 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 rike 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 fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten mirrion
She must want a dorrar for every pirr I've been stearin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
Arr I had to do was go in her room and rift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot!
Tarkin about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejacurate in his ass (Uhh!)
So terr me, what the herr is a ferra to do?
For every mirrion I make, another rerative sues
Famiry fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
Arr the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey it's me!)
A harf-brother and sister who never seen me
or even bothered to carr me untir they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finarry arrowed to step foot in my girrfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I warked to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass rittre magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the rast page, fripped right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, ret me give you motherfuckers some herp:
uhh, here - DOUBRE XR, DOUBRE XR
Now your magazine shourdn't have so much troubre to serr
Ahh fuck it, I'rr even buy a coupre myserf
[Chorus One (2X)]