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Marshall Mathers is a song by Eminem from The Marshall Mathers LP. It's talking about how he's just a guy like us but only that he's a good rapper, and how he hates all the attention. 

Lyrics[]

[Intro]

You know I just don't get it: last year I was nobody; this year I'm sellin records. 'Now everyone 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!

You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy; I don't know why all 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 mouth and try to take shots at me (take shots at me)

[First verse]
Yo, you might see me jogging, you might see might see me walking...
you might see me walking a dead Rottweiler dog
with his head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' (grrr,ARF,ARF)
Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun
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 should've been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I just sit back and watch and just get nauseous
and just walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
startin' shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman ("GOD DAMMIT!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N*SYNC, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage:
What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my 16 dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
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 tookin'?

[Bridge]
New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'till I catch all you faggots in public!
I'mma love it! (hahaha!)

[2nd verse]
Vanilla Ice don't like me, (uh-uh)
He said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and died his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin' "I DON'T CARE, JUST BITE ME!" (nah-nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
and destroy your little four-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
Faggy2Dope and Silent Gay,
Claimin' "Detroit!" when y'all live 20 miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll 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 (AAHHH!)
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, BLAOW!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't 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 don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots!

[Bridge]
'Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall 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 you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot at me (best shot at me)

[Verse 3]
Is it because you love me, that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy!
Now because of this blonde mop, that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?! (*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 he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million;
She 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 a mattress!
Which is it bitch? Mrs. Brigs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter; your attorney Fred Gibson's a faggot:
Talkin' about how I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass! (Uuh!)
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, it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
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 (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, XXL, XXL!!!
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell!
Ahh, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself!

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy; I don't know why all 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 mouth and try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
[x2]

Controversy[]

The phrase "cocked shotguns" in the song can be mistaken for the word "cocksucker".

He also, like in many of the songs on the album, uses gay-bashing words and phrases (ex. "f****t").

Lyric Video[]

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