Eminem - Marshall Mathers (live) Lyrics

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'
What 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 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'
Or leanin' out a window holdin' a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot in
Lookin' for 's killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than
Pissed off, 'cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs 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 ("Goddammit")
I'm anti- and
The instinct to kill, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and 's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
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?
sucked a lot of dick
Boy and girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it (ha, ha, ha)
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 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

Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away
I'm not a wrestler, 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 (ahh)
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 to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
""? you damn right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots

'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