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点击复制Marshall Mathers (Explicit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)
Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass
Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Jeff Bass/Mark Bass
You know I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody this year I'm selling records
Now everybody wants to come around
Like I owe 'em somethin'
The f**k you want from me 10 million dollars
Get the f**k outta 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 f**k before
All they did was doubt me
Did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run their 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 its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a b***h 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
Looking for Big's killers dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-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 theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Startin' s**t like some 26 year old skinny Cartman
Godd**n it
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC don't get me started
These f**kin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this b***h retarded give me back my 16 dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent
Whatever happened to catchin'
A good old-fashioned passionate a*s-whoopin'
And gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken
New Kids on the Block suck a lot of d**k
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
He said some s**t in Vibe to spite me
Yo
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
Haha
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And 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 four 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
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit when y'all live 20 miles away
F**kin' punks
And I don't wrestle I'll knock you f**kin' faggots the f**k 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
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck blaow
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a f**kin' mile road south of 10
And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Slim Anus you d**n right slim anus
I don't get f**ked 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 a*sholes doubt me
A*sholes doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me
Best shot at me
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me
You little groupie b***h get off me go f**k Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this f**ked 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 like some big sissies
Oh he just did some s**t with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some s**t with MC Get-Bizzy
My f**kin' b***h mom's suin' for 10 million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
S**t where the f**k 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 b***h Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers
It doesn't matter **** ******** **** ******'* * faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his a*s
Ugh
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 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 step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey
And then to top it off I walked to the news stand
To buy this cheap-a*s 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 a*s
Okay let me give you motherf**kers some help
Uh here XXL XXL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Aw f**k 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 f**k before
All they did was doubt me
Did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me
Take shots at me
Because 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 f**k before
All they did was doubt me
Did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me
Take shots at me