Marshall Mathers Lyrics – Eminem
The title track "Marshall Mathers" off The Marshall Mathers LP is a direct reaction to the turmoil his life went into after the release and runaway success of The Slim Shady LP, most notably the lawsuit his mother Debbie Mathers brought against him for defamation due to the way she was portrayed on that first record.
| Song Name : | Marshall Mathers |
| Album / Movie : | The Marshall Mathers LP |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
You know I just don’t get it, last year I was nobodyThis year I’m sellin’ recordsNow 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 guyI don’t know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)Nobody ever gave a fuck beforeAll they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)Now everybody wanna run they mouthAnd 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 dogWith it’s head chopped off in the park with a spiked collarHollerin’ at him ’cause the son of a bitch won’t quit barkin’
Or leanin’ out a window, with a cocked shotgunDrivin’ up the block in the car that they shot ‘Pac inLookin’ for Big’s killers, dressin’ ridiculousBlue and red like I don’t see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris WallacePissed off, ’cause Biggie and ‘Pac just missed all thisWatchin’ all these cheap imitations get rich off ’emAnd get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist’ poppin’ and wrist watchesI had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseousAnd walk around with an empty bottle of Remi MartinStartin’ shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (goddamn it)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky MartinWhose instinct’s to kill *NSYNC, don’t get me startedThese fuckin’ brats can’t sing and Britney’s garbageWhat’s this bitch retarded? Gimme back my 16 dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smilingWhatever happened to whylin’ out and bein’ violent?Whatever happened to catchin’ a good-ol’ fashionedPassionate ass-whoopin’ and gettin’ your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dickBoy-girl groups make me sickAnd I can’t wait ’til I catch all you faggots in publicI’ma love it
Vanilla Ice don’t like me, said some shit in vibe to spite meThen went and dyed his hair just like meA bunch of little kids wanna swear just like meAnd run around screamin’, “I don’t care, just bite me”
I think I was put here to annoy the worldAnd destroy your little four year old boy or girlPlus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root BeerAnd call themselves clowns ’cause they look queer
Faggy 2Dope and Silent GayClaimin’ Detroit, when y’all live 20 miles away (fuckin’ faggots)And I don’t wrestle, I’ll knock you fuckin’ fagots the fuck outAsk ’em about the club they was at when they snuck outAfter they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged outDucked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaowLook at y’all runnin’ your mouth againWhen you ain’t seen a fuckin’ mile road, south of 10
And I don’t need help, from D-12, to beat up two femalesIn make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails“Slim Anus”? You damn right, slim anusI 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 guyI’ll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)Come and see me on the streets aloneIf you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)And if you wanna run your mouthThen 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 bitch, get off me, go fuck PuffyNow because of this blonde mop that’s on topOf this fucked up head that I’ve got, I’ve gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies“Oh, he just did some shit with MissySo now he thinks he’s too big to do some shit with MC, Get-Bizzy”
My fuckin’ bitch mom’s suin’ for ten millionShe 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- faggotTalkin’ about I fabricated my pastHe’s just aggravated I won’t ejaculate in his ass
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?For every million I make, another relative suesFamily fightin’ and fussin’ over who wants to invite me to supperAll the sudden, I got 90-some cousins
A half-brother and sister who never seen meOr even bothered to call me until they saw me on TVNow everybody’s so happy and proudI’m finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend’s house
And then to top it off, I walked to the news standTo buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stampSkipped to the last page, flipped right fastAnd what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some helpUh, here, “XXL! XXL!”Now your magazine shouldn’t have so much trouble to sellAw, fuck it, I’ll even buy a couple myself
‘Cause I’m just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)I’m just a regular guyI don’t know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)Nobody ever gave a fuck beforeAll they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)Now everybody wanna run they mouthAnd try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Because I’m just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)I’m just a regular guyI don’t know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)Nobody ever gave a fuck beforeAll they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)Now everybody wanna run they mouthAnd try to take shots at me (take shots at me)