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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kasunsankalpana" data-source="post: 868924" data-attributes="member: 28569">Artist: Eminem  Album: The Marshall Mathers  Title: Marshall Mathers  You know I just don't get itLast year I was nobodyThis year I'm sellin recordsNow everyone wants to come around like I owe 'em somethingWhat the fuck you want from me?Ten million dollars!Get the fuck outta here!You see I'm just Marshall Mathers(Marshal Mathers)I'm just a regular guy I don't know whyAll 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 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 his head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollering at him cause the son of a bitch wont quit barkingOr leaning out a window with a cocked shotgunDriving 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 isDouble barrel twelve 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 should've been theirs like they switched walletsAnd amidst all this Cris poppin and wrist watchesI just sit back and just watch and just get nauseousAnd walk around with a empty bottle of Remi Martin Starting shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (God Damn It!)I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky MartinIts instincts to kill N Sync don't get me startedThese fucking brats can't sing and Britney's garbageWhat is this bitch retarded?Gimme back my sixteen dollarsAll I see is sissies in magazines smiling (He-he!)Whatever happened to wildin out and being violentWhatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate Ass whoopin' and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tookenNew kids on the block suck a lot of dickBoy/girl groups make me sickAnd I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in publicI'mma love it(Ha-ha-ha)Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh)He said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yep!)Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Heh-heh)A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like meAnd run around screamin "I don't care, just bite me" (Na-na)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 them selves clowns cause they look queerFaggots who don't but silent gayClaimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles awayAnd I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck outAsk them 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 paintball shot at they truck, plowLook at y'all runnin your mouth againWhen you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road South of 10And I don't need help from D-12To beat up two females in make upWho may try to scratch me with Lee nailsSlim Anus! You damn right Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggotsCause I'm just Marshall Mathers(Marshal Mathers)I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me(Talk about me)Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me(Assholes doubt me)And if wanna run your mouth Then come and 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 topWith this fucked up head that I've got I've gone pop The underground just spun around and did a 360Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissiesOh, he just did some shit with MissySo now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with Emcee Get BusyMy fuckin' bitch mom suing for ten millionShe must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealingShit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habitAll I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattressWhich is it bitch Mrs. Briggs or Ms. MathersIt doesn't matter - faggotTalkin about how I fabricated my pastShe's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his assSo tell me what the hell is a fella to do?For every million I make, another relative suesFamily fighting and fussin'Over for who wants to invite me to supperAll of a sudden I got 90 some cousins (Hey it's me!)A half brother and sister who never see meOr even bothered to call me until they saw me on TVNow everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to set foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!)And then to top it off I walk to the newsstandAnd buy this cheap ass magazine with a food stampSkipped to the last page flipped right fastAnd what do I see? A picture of my big white ass!Ok, lemme give you motherfuckers some helpUh here Double XL, Double XLNow your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sellAww fuck it I'll even buy a couple myselfCause I'm just Marshall Mathers(Marshal Mathers)I'm just a regular guy I don't know whyAll 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 mouthAnd try to take shots at me(Take shots at me)Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers(Marshal Mathers)I'm just a regular guy I don't know whyAll 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 mouthAnd try to take shots at me(Take shots at me)</blockquote>

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