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Marshall Mathers by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
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
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 their mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Yo, you might see me jogging, you might see me walking
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 bitch won't quit barking
(Grrrr, arf arf) Or leaning out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Looking for Big's killers, dressing 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
Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda 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 shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's 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 wiling out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned
Passionate ass-whooping and getting 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 faggots in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
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 (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screaming, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4-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
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claiming Detroit, when y'all live twenty 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
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all running your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin 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 Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!
'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 wanna 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 blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked 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 shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suing for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealing
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 your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot!
Talking 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 fighting and fussing over who wants to invite me to supper
All of a 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
OK, let me give you motherfuckers some help:
Uh, here – double XL, double XL
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 wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Because 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 their mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Marshall Mathers by Eminem
Marshall Mathers* (original Eminem)
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
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 their mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Yo, you might see me jogging, you might see me walking
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 bitch won't quit barking
(Grrrr, arf arf) Or leaning out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Looking for Big's killers, dressing 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
Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda 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 shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's 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 wiling out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned
Passionate ass-whooping and getting 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 faggots in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
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 (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screaming, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4-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
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claiming Detroit, when y'all live twenty 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
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all running your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin 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 Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!
'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 wanna 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 blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked 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 shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suing for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealing
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 your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot!
Talking 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 fighting and fussing over who wants to invite me to supper
All of a 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
OK, let me give you motherfuckers some help:
Uh, here – double XL, double XL
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 wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Because 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 their mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Marshall Mathers (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sabes, simplemente no lo entiendo
El año pasado no era nadie
Este año estoy vendiendo discos
Ahora todo el mundo quiere acercarse como si les debiera algo
Je, ¿qué carajo quieres de mí, diez millones de dólares?
Lárgate de aquí
Ves, solo soy Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Solo soy un tipo normal
No sé por qué tanto alboroto por mí (alboroto por mí)
Nadie se preocupó antes
Todo lo que hicieron fue dudar de mí (dudar de mí)
Ahora todo el mundo quiere hablar
Y tratar de atacarme (atacarme)
Yo, podrías verme trotando, podrías verme caminando
Podrías verme paseando un rottweiler muerto
Con la cabeza cortada en el parque con un collar de púas
Gritándole porque el hijo de puta no deja de ladrar
(Grrrr, guau guau) O asomado a una ventana, con una escopeta amartillada
Conduciendo por la cuadra en el coche en el que le dispararon a 'Pac
Buscando a los asesinos de Big, vistiéndome ridículo
Azul y rojo como si no viera cuál es el problema
Escopeta de doble cañón calibre doce más grande que Chris Wallace
Cabreado, porque Biggie y 'Pac se perdieron todo esto
Viendo a todas estas imitaciones baratas enriquecerse a costa de ellos
Y conseguir dólares que deberían haber sido suyos como si hubieran cambiado carteras
Y en medio de todo este Crist' estallando y relojes de pulsera
Solo me siento y miro y me mareo
Y camino con una botella vacía de Remy Martin
Armando líos como un Cartman flaco de 26 años ("¡Maldita sea!")
Soy anti-Backstreet y Ricky Martin
Cuyo instinto es matar a N'Sync, no me hagas empezar
Estos mocosos de mierda no saben cantar y Britney es basura
¿Qué, esta puta es retrasada? Devuélveme mis dieciséis dólares
Todo lo que veo son maricas en revistas sonriendo
¿Qué pasó con volverse loco y ser violento?
¿Qué pasó con recibir una buena y anticuada
Paliza apasionada y que te quitaran los zapatos, el abrigo y el sombrero?
New Kids on the Block, chuparon muchas pollas
Los grupos de chicos/chicas me dan asco
Y no puedo esperar a atrapar a todos ustedes, maricones, en público
Me va a encantar.. (jajaja)
A Vanilla Ice no le caigo bien (uh-uh)
Dijo algunas mierdas en Vibe para joderme (sí)
Luego fue y se tiñó el pelo igual que yo (jeje)
Un montón de niños pequeños quieren jurar como yo
Y correr gritando: "¡No me importa, solo muérdeme!" (nah nah)
Creo que me pusieron aquí para molestar al mundo
Y destruir a tu pequeño niño o niña de 4 años
Además, me pusieron aquí para meter miedo a los maricones que rocían Faygo Root Beer
Y se llaman a sí mismos "Payasos" porque parecen raros
Faggy 2 Dope y Silent Gay
Reclamando Detroit, cuando ustedes viven a veinte millas de distancia (putos cobardes)
Y yo no lucho, los voy a noquear a ustedes, putos maricones
Pregúntales sobre el club en el que estaban cuando se escabulleron
Después de que se escabulleron por la parte de atrás cuando nos vieron y se asustaron
(¡Ah!) Se agacharon y les dispararon bolas de pintura a su camión, ¡blaow!
Mírenlos a ustedes hablando de nuevo
Cuando no han visto una puta Mile Road, al sur de la 10
Y no necesito ayuda, de D12, para golpear a dos mujeres
Maquilladas, que podrían intentar arañarme con uñas Lee
"Slim Anus", tienes toda la razón, Slim Anus
¡A mí no me joden en el mío como a ustedes dos pequeños maricones de mierda!
Porque solo soy Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
No soy un tipo luchador
Te noquearé si hablas de mí (hablas de mí)
Ven a verme solo en las calles
Si ustedes, cabrones, dudan de mí (cabrones dudan de mí)
Y si quieres hablar
Entonces ven y dame tu mejor golpe (tu mejor golpe)
¿Es porque me aman que esperan tanto de mí?
¡Perra groupie, quítate de encima, vete a follar con Puffy!
Ahora, por este trapeador rubio que está encima
De esta cabeza jodida que tengo, ¿me he vuelto pop?
El underground dio la vuelta y hizo un 360
Ahora estos chicos me desprecian y actúan como grandes maricas
"Oh, acaba de hacer algo con Missy
Así que ahora cree que es demasiado grande para hacer algo con MC Get-Bizzy"
Mi puta madre me está demandando por diez millones
Debe querer un dólar por cada pastilla que he estado robando
Mierda, ¿dónde carajo crees que adquirí el hábito?
Todo lo que tenía que hacer era ir a su habitación y levantar su colchón
¿Cuál es, perra, Sra. Briggs o Sra. Mathers?
¡No importa, tu [abogado Fred Gibson es un] maricón!
Hablando de que fabriqué mi pasado
Solo está molesto porque no eyacularé en su culo (¡Uh!)
Entonces dime, ¿qué demonios debe hacer un tipo?
Por cada millón que gano, otro pariente demanda
La familia peleando y discutiendo sobre quién quiere invitarme a cenar
De repente tengo unos 90 primos (¡Oye, soy yo!)
Un medio hermano y hermana que nunca me vieron
O ni siquiera se molestaron en llamarme hasta que me vieron en la televisión
Ahora todo el mundo está tan feliz y orgulloso
Finalmente se me permite pisar la casa de mi novia
¡Hey-hey! Y para colmo, fui al quiosco
Para comprar esta revistita barata con un cupón de alimentos
Salté a la última página, pasé rápido
¿Y qué veo? Una foto de mi gran culo blanco
OK, déjenme darles una ayuda, hijos de puta:
Uh, aquí – double XL, double XL
Ahora su revista no debería tener tantos problemas para venderse
Ah, a la mierda, incluso compraré un par yo mismo
Porque solo soy Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Solo soy un tipo normal
No sé por qué tanto alboroto por mí (alboroto por mí)
Nadie se preocupó antes
Todo lo que hicieron fue dudar de mí (dudar de mí)
Ahora todo el mundo quiere hablar
Y tratar de atacarme (atacarme)
Porque solo soy Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Solo soy un tipo normal
No sé por qué tanto alboroto por mí (alboroto por mí)
Nadie se preocupó antes
Todo lo que hicieron fue dudar de mí (dudar de mí)
Ahora todo el mundo quiere hablar
Y tratar de atacarme (atacarme)
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