"Marshall Mathers" as written by and Mathers/bass/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'
The fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of 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 fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they mouth
And 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 it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch 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
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of 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 should of 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 twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill 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 dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a love it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
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 fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck 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
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
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 Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

'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 assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you want to run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (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 blond 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 three sixty
Now these kids dis 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 M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've 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 her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
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 ninety-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 T-V
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 motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, double X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck 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 fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take shots at me)

'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 fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take shots at me)

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"Marshall Mathers" as written by Mark Bass Jeff Bass

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  • +1
    General CommentThis song is sick. Marshall Mathers is the type of person who says what he wants and gives you the middle finger if you have something bad to say about it.

    Much Respect.
    seriouslywtfon October 09, 2008   Link
  • +1
    General CommentSlim anus
    Damn right slim anus
    I dont get fucked in my like you two little flaming faggots

    That is the funniest line. My friends could barely hold it together after hearing that line.
    Anyway this is an awesome song.
    The version I have ends with a song called rock that form motergro, i thinks my version is from a radio cut, i can hear the dj saying all this stuff covering up the beginning of the song.
    Glocusteron June 27, 2009   Link
  • +1
    General CommentBet that dude callin eminem a bitch wigga would never say that to his face, wow how lame can you be, trolling the interwebs, bet you wouldn't even say that in front of a fan neither cuz by then you be catchin a good ol fashioned passionate ass whoopin getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken. He ha
    disherofpainon February 28, 2015   Link
  • 0
    General Commenthe explains the meaning in the song just like he does with almost every other song he's written. its about ppl not knowing when to fuck off and just leave him be. and about how ppl think all this shit and stuff and he is still just a normal guy that has problems and has to deal with them all. just becuz he's rich doesnt make him better or worse then ne 1 else! thats what he's talkin about!!!
    PepsiCanon May 13, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI think the first guy that commented on this song should shut the fuck up. This is the song, again, Eminem explains the meaning in the song. I think he speaks for all stars when he says to leave me the fuck alone. This same message is in The Way I Am.
    F.O.R.D45on May 13, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commenthe does the fag thing for a joke...and all the bullshit ICP started? WTF? he should leave them alone...they've made so many fucking disses on him!!! and the fag thing...lets not all forget that he did a song with elton john...the fuckin gayest gay god of them all. he even hugged him. he has nothin against them...so u should leave him alone!!!
    PepsiCanon May 14, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commentin fact...eminem should keep buggin fags and/ like ICP
    PepsiCanon May 17, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commentdoes anyone know the story of how the "your attorney Fred Gibson's a" got bleeped out of the song??? and how did anyone get ahold of it unbleeped???
    superman9kon May 24, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti dunno for sure...but i think he was probably gonna get sued if he used it in the song. they're are actually a lot of songs that have words 'bleeped' out! I'm not exactly sure why though...!!!
    PepsiCanon May 27, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commentuhhh, as far as i know, this is the only bleep on the supposedly "uncensored" version of the cd. i'd always wondered what could've been so bad to bleep out, and i'm curious to know the story behind it
    superman9kon May 28, 2002   Link

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