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