King of Memory Foam Mattresses

You know I just dont get it
Last year I was nobody
This year Im sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of here

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You see im, just marshall mathers
Im just a regular guy,
I dont know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run they mouth
And try to 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 bitch wont quit barkin or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot pac in
Lookin for bigs killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I dont 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 theres 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
Im anti-backstreet and ricky martin
With instincts to kill nsync, dont get me started
These fuckin brats cant sing and britneys garbage
Whats this bitch retarded? gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
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?
New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I cant wait til I catch all you faggots in public
Ima love it..
Vanilla ice dont like me
Said some shit in vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin, I dont care, just bite me
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
Faggot2dope and silent gay
Claimin detroit, when yall live twenty miles away
And I dont wrestle, Ill 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
(ahhh!) ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at yall runnin your mouth again
When you aint seen a fuckin mile road, south of 10
And I dont need help, from d-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with lee nails
Slim anus, you damn right, slim anus
I dont get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

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Cause im, just marshall mathers
Im not a wrestler guy,
Ill knock you out if you talk about me
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me

Is it because you love me that yall expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck puffy
Now because of this blonde mop thats on top
And this fucked up head that Ive got, Ive 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 shit with missy,
So now he thinks hes too big to do some shit with mc get-bizzy
My fuckin bitch moms suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill Ive 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 doesnt matter you faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my past
Hes just aggravated I wont ejaculate in his ass (uhh!)
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 the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (hey its me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on tv
Now everybodys so happy and proud
Im finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriends house
Hey-hey! and then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass 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 ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help:
Uhh, here - double xl, double xl
Now your magazine shouldnt have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, Ill even buy a couple myself

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sleep assault