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      Marshall Mathers


      Album: The Marshall Mathers LP

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      Eminem - Marshall Mathers Música y Letra

      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 fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
      Get the fuck out of here
      Chorus one: eminem
      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 wanna run they mouth
      And try to 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
      (grrrr, arf arf) 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, 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 (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 faggots in public
      I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
      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 (hehe)
      A bunch of little kids wanna 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 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 cause they look queer
      Faggot2dope and silent gay
      Claimin detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
      And i don't wrestle, i'll knock you fuckin faggots 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
      (ahhh!) ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
      Look at y'all runnin your mouth again
      When you ain't seen a fuckin 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 anus, you damn right, slim anus
      I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!
      Chorus two: eminem
      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 wanna 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 blonde mop that's on top
      And this fucked up head that i've got, i've gone pop?
      The underground just spunned around

      Eminem - Marshall Mathers Música y Letra





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