[Intro]
Emadd2  Am7
 
                               B7
You know, I just don't get it
                       Emadd2                                 Emadd2
Last year I was nobody,        this year I'm selling records
                       Am7
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
B7                            Emadd2
The fuck you want from me, 10 million dollars?
N.C.
Get the fuck outta here
 
 
[Hook 1]
         Emadd2            Am7
You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
           B7
I'm just a regular guy
                               Emadd2
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
       Emadd2
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
                 Am7
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
         B7
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
                      Emadd2
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
 
 
[Verse 1]
Emadd2
Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
Am7
You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog
B7
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Emadd2
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Emadd2
Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun
Am7
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
B7
Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Emadd2
Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is
Emadd2
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Am7
Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
B7
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
Emadd2
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
Emadd2
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches
Am7
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
B7
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Emadd2
Startin' shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
Emadd2
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Am7
Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started
B7
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
Emadd2
What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my 16 dollars!
Emadd2
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Am7
Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent?
B7
Whatever happened to catchin'
N.C.
A good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin'
Emadd2
And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken
 
 
[Bridge]
Emadd2
New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick
Am7
Boy/girl groups make me sick
B7                                               Emadd2
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
N.C.
I'ma love it (Hahaha)
 
 
[Verse 2]
Emadd2
Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh)
                          Am7
He said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo)
N.C.
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha)
B7
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
Emadd2
And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na)
Emadd2
I think I was put here to annoy the world
    Am7
And destroy your little four year old boy or girl
          B7                                              Emadd2
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
N.C.
And call themselves clowns ‘cause they look queer
Emadd2
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
         Am7
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (Fuckin' punks)
    B7
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out
Emadd2
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
Emadd2
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Am7
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow!
B7
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
             Emadd2
When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10
Emadd2
And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females
Am7
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
B7
"Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus
Emadd2
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots
 
 
[Hook 2]
Emadd2                  Am7
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
          B7
I'm not a wrestler guy
                               Emadd2
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me)
         Emadd2
Come and see me on the streets alone
                Am7
If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me)
           B7
And if you wanna run your mouth
                              Emadd2
Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me)
 
 
[Verse 3]
Emadd2
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
Am7
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
B7
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
       Emadd2
Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
Emadd2
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Am7
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
B7
"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
                      Emadd2
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
Emadd2
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for 10 million
Am7
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
B7
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
      Emadd2
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Emadd2
Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
Am7
It doesn't matter, [your attorney Fred Gibson’s a] faggot
B7
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
          Emadd2
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!)
Emadd2
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
Am7
For every million I make, another relative sues
B7                                                         Emadd2
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
N.C.
All of a sudden I got 90-some cousins (Hey it's me!)
Emadd2
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Am7
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
B7
Now everybody's so happy and proud
            Emadd2
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!)
Emadd2
And then to top it off I walked to the news stand
Am7
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
B7
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
              Emadd2
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Emadd2
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
Am7
Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!"
B7
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Emadd2
Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
 
 
[Hook 1]
Emadd2                   Am7
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
           B7
I'm just a regular guy
                              Emadd2
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
       Emadd2
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
                 Am7
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
         B7
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
                      Emadd2
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)
        Emadd2            Am7
Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
           B7
I'm just a regular guy
                              Emadd2
I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me)
       Emadd2
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
                 Am7
All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me)
         B7
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
                      Emadd2
And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)