Eminem

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 f**k you want from me ten million dollars

Get the f**k out of here

I'm just a regular guy

Nobody ever gave a f**k before

Now everybody wanna run they mouth

Eminem

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 b**ch won't quit barkin

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

Eminem

With instincts to kill N'Sync don't get me started

These f**kin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage

What's this b**ch retarded Gimme back my sixteen dollars

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling

Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent

New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick

And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public

A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me

I think I was put here to annoy the world

Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer

And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer

Faggot2D**e and Silent Gay

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

Look at y'all runnin your mouth again

When you ain't seen a f**kin Mile Road South of 10

"Slim Anus " you damn right Slim Anus

I don't get f**ked in mine like you two little flaming faggots

I'm not a wrestler guy

Come and see me on the streets alone

And if you wanna run your mouth

Eminem

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me

You little groupie b**ch get off me go f**k Puffy

Now because of this blonde mop that's on top

And 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 sh*t with Missy

My f**kin b**ch mom's suin for ten million

She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin

Sh*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**ch Mrs Briggs or Ms Mathers

It doesn't matter your attorney Fred Gibson's a

Talkin about I fabricated my past

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

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

Skipped to the last page flipped right fast

And what do I see A picture of my big white a**

Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell

Ahh f**k it I'll even buy a couple myself

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