Marshall Mathers )
Eminem Lyrics


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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'
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 want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (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 it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't 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 Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of 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 of 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
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
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? 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 can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a love it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to 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 fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots 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
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
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 flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you want to run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

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 blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis 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 M-C 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 her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
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 ninety-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 T-V
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
Uh, here, double X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'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 want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take shots at me)

'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 want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take shots at me)

Overall Meaning

In "Marshall Mathers", Eminem addresses the sudden fame and success he has gained and the scrutiny that came along with it, as well as his constant battles with the media and critics. The song highlights the idea that success comes with a price that can be overwhelming and that he just wants to be seen as a regular person, not a superstar. Eminem also raps about his views on the music industry and the role of masculinity, gay rights, and how he clashes with society’s norms.


The opening lines of the song reveal the core of the song: Eminem's frustration with those who only come around now that he's famous. He expresses his irritation by asking if they want ten million dollars from him. He also talks about how surprised he is at his sudden fame, feeling the same even though he's changed dramatically. Eminem makes it clear that he's just a regular person, and everyone should stop judging him for his past mistakes. As the song progresses, Eminem talks about his views on different topics, ranging from Boy bands to homosexuality.


Line by Line Meaning

You know I just don't get it
I don't understand why things have changed so much


Last year I was nobody
I had no recognition or fame


This year I'm sellin' records
Now I am successful and selling a lot of music


Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
Suddenly, people are acting like I owe them something because of my success


The fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
What do you want from me? Do you want me to give you ten million dollars?


Get the fuck out of here
Leave me alone


You see I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I am just a regular guy named Marshall Mathers


I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
I don't understand why there is so much attention on me now


Nobody ever gave a fuck before
Nobody cared about me or paid attention to me in the past


All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
All people did was doubt my abilities and chances of success


Now everybody wants to run they mouth
Now everyone wants to talk and criticize me


And take shots at me (take shots at me)
They want to criticize and attack me


Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might catch me jogging or walking around


You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
You might see me walking a dead rottweiler with its head chopped off


With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
I walk the decapitated dog in the park wearing a spiked collar


Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
I shout at the dog because it won't stop barking


Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun
I lean out of a window with a loaded shotgun


Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Driving through the neighborhood in the car that Tupac was shot in


Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Searching for the murderers of Biggie while wearing outrageous clothes


Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Dressed in blue and red as if I don't care about the consequences


Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Holding a double-barreled shotgun and thinking about Chris Wallace (Notorious B.I.G.)


Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Angry because Biggie and Tupac missed out on the success I have now


Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
Observing all these fake artists become wealthy by imitating them


And get dollars that should of been there's like they switched wallets
And receive money that should have been theirs as if their wallets were swapped


And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
In the middle of all the champagne popping and expensive watches


I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
I had to sit back, watch all of it, and feel sick


And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
I walk around with an empty bottle of Rémy Martin cognac


Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ('God damnit!')
Causing trouble like a skinny 26-year-old version of Cartman from South Park


I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
I'm against Backstreet Boys and Ricky Martin


With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
I have strong impulses to harm N'Sync, don't even bring it up


These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
These annoying kids can't sing, and Britney Spears' music is terrible


What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
Is this woman mentally disabled? Give me back the money I wasted on her


All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
All I see in magazines are weak and effeminate men smiling


Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
What happened to going crazy and being violent?


Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
What happened to getting into a classic, old-fashioned


Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
Fight and getting your ass kicked, losing your shoes, coat, and hat


New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
New Kids on the Block group members performed oral sex on each other


Boy-girl groups make me sick
I find boy-girl groups disgusting


And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm eagerly waiting to confront all of you homosexuals in public


I'm a love it (ha ha ha)
I will enjoy it and find it amusing


Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Vanilla Ice doesn't like me


Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
He said some negative things about me in Vibe magazine on purpose


Then went and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
Then he copied my hairstyle and dyed his hair the same way


A bunch of little kids want to swear just like me
Many young kids want to swear and act like me


And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
And they run around screaming, "I don't care, just bite me"


I think I was put here to annoy the world
I believe I exist to bother and irritate everyone


And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
I aim to ruin the innocence of your young children


Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
Furthermore, I am here to scare homosexuals who use Faygo Root Beer


And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
And refer to themselves as "Clowns" because they appear homosexual


Fagot you to Dope and Silent Gay
I insult you by comparing you to a bag of drugs and suggesting you are gay


Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
You claim to be from Detroit, but actually live twenty miles away (fucking punks)


And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
I don't engage in wrestling, but I will punch you homosexuals until you're knocked out


Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
Question them about the club they were secretly attending


After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
After they quickly left through the back when they saw us and panicked


(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
They crouched down and had paintball shots fired at their truck, pow!


Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
Look at all of you talking shit again


When you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
When you haven't even been to Mile Road south of the number ten


And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
I don't need assistance from the rap group D-12 to fight two women


In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Women wearing make-up who might attempt to scratch me with Lee Nails


"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus
Yes, you're correct, my name is Slim Anus


I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!
I don't engage in anal sex like you two homosexual men!


Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
Do you have high expectations of me because you love me?


You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
You annoying female fan, leave me alone and go have sex with Puffy


Now because of this blond mop that's on top
Now, just because I have this blond hairstyle


And this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
And because of my messed up mental state, I have become popular?


The underground just spunned around and did a three sixty
The underground music scene has completely changed directions


Now these kids dis me and act like some big sissies
Now these kids disrespect me and act like big cowards


"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
"Oh, he just worked with Missy Elliott


So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
So now he believes he's too important to collaborate with M-C Get-Bizzy"


My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million
My fucking bitch mother is suing me for ten million dollars


She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
She must want one dollar for every pill I've been stealing


Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
Damn, where do you think I learned to have this drug addiction?


All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
All I had to do was go into her room and lift her mattress


Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
What is it, are you Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers, you bitch?


It doesn't matter you fagot!
It doesn't matter, you homosexual!


Talkin' about I fabricated my past
You're talking about how I made up stories about my past


He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
He's just angry because I won't have anal sex with him


So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
So, tell me, what is a man supposed to do in this situation?


For every million I make, another relative sues
For every million dollars I earn, another family member files a lawsuit


Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
My family is arguing and causing drama over who gets to invite me for dinner


All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!)
Suddenly, I have around ninety cousins showing up (Hey, it's me!)


A half-brother and sister who never seen me
A half-brother and sister who have never met me


Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on T-V
They haven't even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV


Now everybody's so happy and proud
Now everyone is suddenly happy and proud of me


I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
I am finally permitted to enter my girlfriend's house


Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To add to it, I walked to the newsstand


To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
I bought a low-quality magazine with a food stamp


Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
I quickly flipped to the last page


And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
And what do I see? A picture of my large white buttocks


Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
Fine, let me offer you all some assistance


Uh, here, double X-L, double X-L
Here, take this double extra-large T-shirt


Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Now your magazine should have an easier time selling


Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
Ah, screw it, I'll even buy a couple copies myself


'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Because I am simply Marshall Mathers


I'm not a wrestler guy
I am not a wrestler, I am not into that


I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
I will punch you if you talk about me


Come and see me on the streets alone
Approach me on the streets by myself


If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
If you idiots still doubt me


And if you want to run your mouth
And if you want to continue talking shit


Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)
Then go ahead and try to attack me




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JEFF BASS, MARK BASS, MARSHALL MATHERS

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

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