Eight Mile Style - Marshall Mathers lyrics

[Intro] You know, I just don't get it Last year I was nobody, this year I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around Like I owe 'em something The f** you want from me, 10 million dollars? Get the f** outta here! [Hook] You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me Nobody ever gave a f** before All they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me [Verse 1] You might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walking a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollering at him ‘cause the son of a b**h won't quit barkin' Or leaning out a window with a co*ked shotgun Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Looking for Big's k**ers, dressing ridiculous Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off ‘cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watching 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' popping and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Starting sh** like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to k** N'Sync, don't get me started These f**ing brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What is this b**h, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent? Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned pa**ionate a**-whoopin' And getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken [Bridge] New Kids on the Block s**ed a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you f*ggots in public I'ma love it [Verse 2] Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some sh** 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 screaming, "I don't care, just bite me!" 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 f*ggots who spray Faygo Root Beer and call themselves clowns ‘cause they look queer f*ggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claiming Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you f**ing f*ggots the f** 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 Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck – blaow! Look at y'all running your mouth again When you ain't seen a f**ing mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails Slim an*s? You damn right, slim an*s I don't get f**ed in mine like you two little flaming f*ggots [Hook 2] ‘Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me Come and see me on the streets alone If you a**holes doubt me And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me [Verse 3] Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie b**h, get off me, go f** Puffy! Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this f**ed 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** with Missy, so now he thinks he's too big to do some sh** with MC Get-Bizzy" My f**ing b**h mom's suing for 10 million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' sh**, where the f** 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**h: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter, [your attorney Fred Gibson's a] f*ggot Talking about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his a** So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fighting and fussing Over who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden, I got ninety-some cousins 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!) And then to top it off I walked to the news stand To buy this cheap-a** 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 a** Okay, let me give you mothaf**as some help Um, here, "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Ahh, f** it, I'll even buy a couple myself [Hook] You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me Nobody ever gave a f** before All they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me