《Marshall Mathers》的歌词

Marshall Mathers

[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 fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?

Get the fuck out of here

Chorus One: Eminem

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)

[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 bitch won"t quit barkin

(grrrr, 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 shoulda been their"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 26-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 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 screamin, "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

Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay

Claimin 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

(AHHH!) 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 flaming faggots!

Chorus Two: Eminem

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)

[Eminem]

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?

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 her mattress

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

It doesn"t matter your {*attorney Fred Gibson"s a*} faggot!

Talkin about I fabricated my past

He"s just aggravated I won"t ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)

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 - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL

Now your magazine shouldn"t have so much trouble to sell

Ahh fuck it, I"ll even buy a couple myself

Chorus One (2X)

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 fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?

Get the fuck out of here

Chorus One: Eminem

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)

[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 bitch won"t quit barkin

(grrrr, 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 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

startin shit like some 26-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 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 screamin, "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

Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay

Claimin 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

(AHHH!) 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 flaming faggots!

Chorus Two: Eminem

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)

[Eminem]

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?

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 her mattress

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

It doesn"t matter you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!

Talkin about I fabricated my past

He"s just aggravated I won"t ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)

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 - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL

Now your magazine shouldn"t have so much trouble to sell

Ahh fuck it, I"ll even buy a couple myself

When I was just a little baby boy

My mamma used to tell me these crazy things

She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man

She used to tell me he hated me

But then I got a little bit older and I realized she was the

crazy one

And there was nothing I could do or say to change her

Cause that"s just the way she was

They said I can"t rap about being broke no more

They didn"t say I can"t rap about coke no more

(Ahh)

Slut, you think I won"t choke no whore

Till her vocal cords don"t work in her throat no more

(Ahh)

These motherfuckers are thinking I"m playin"

Thinking I"m sayin" this shit "cause I"m thinkin" it

Just to be sayin" it

(Ahh)

Put your hands down bitch I ain"t gon" shoot you

I"mma pull you to this bullet and put it through you

(Ahh)

Shut up, slut you"re causing too much chaos

Just bend over and take it like a slut, ok ma

Oh, now he"s raping his own mother, abusing her

Worse snortin" coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?

You"re goddamn right bitch, and now it"s too late

I"m triple-platnum and tragedies happened in two states

I invented violence you vile, venomous, vomital bitches

Vain, vicadin, vrin-vrin-vrin

Touch this chainsaw, left his brains all

Dangling from his neck while his head barely hangs on

Blood, guts, guns, cuts

Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Bitch, I"mma kill you

You don"t wanna fuck with me

Girls leave, you ain"t nothin" but a slut to me

Bitch, I"mma kill you

You don"t got the balls to beef

We ain"t gon" never stop beefin"

I don"t squash the beef

You better kill me

I"mma be another rapper dead

For poppin" off at the mouth with shit I shouldn"t have said

But when they kill me

I"m bringin" the world with me

Bitches too, you ain"t nothin" but a girl to me

I said you don"t wanna fuck with Shady

(Cause why?)

Cause Shady will fuckin" kill you

(Ha-ha)

You don"t wanna fuck with Shady

(Why?)

Cause Shady will fuckin" kill you

Bitch, I"mma kill you

Like a murder weapon I"mma conceal you

In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows & film you

Fuck with me, I"ve been through hell, shut the hell up

I"m try-na to develop these pictures of the devil to sell them

I ain"t Acid Rap but I rap on acid

Got a new blow torch and just had a strap-on added

Woops, is that a subliminal hint? No!

It"s criminal intent, to sodomize women again

Eminem offend? No, Eminem"ll assault

And if you ever give it to him you"ll give him an impulse

To do it again, then if he does it again

You probabaly end up jumping out of something up in the tents

Bitch, I"mma kill you

I ain"t done, this ain"t the chorus

I ain"t even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest

A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times

In a tub but that"s normal ain"t it Norman?

Serial killer hiding murder material

In a cereal box on top of your stereo

Here we go again, we"re out of out medicine

Out of our minds, and we want in yours

Let us in

Or I"mma kill you

You don"t wanna fuck with me

Girls leave, you ain"t nothin" but a slut to me

Bitch, I"mma kill you

You don"t got the balls to beef

We ain"t gon" never stop beefin"

I don"t squash the beef

You better kill me

I"mma be another rapper dead

For poppin" off at the mouth with shit I shouldn"t have said

But when they kill me

I"m bringin" the world with me

Bitches too, you ain"t nothin" but a girl to me

I said you don"t wanna fuck with Shady

(Cause why?)

Cause Shady will fuckin" kill you

(Ha-ha)

You don"t wanna fuck with Shady

(Why?)

Cause Shady will fuckin" kill you

He-heh

Know why I say these things

Cause ladies screams be creepin" in Shady"s dreams

And the way things seem, I shouldn"t have to pay these shrinks

These eighty g"s so he can say the same things tweece

Twice, whatever, I hate these things

Fuck shots, I hope this weed"ll outweigh these drinks

Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows

Just to argue with them "cause their ratings stink?

Fuck that, I"ll choke radio announcer to bouncer

From that bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her

From the princapal to student body and counseler

From in school to before school to outta school

I don"t even believe in breathin"

I"m leavin" air in your lungs so you can keep screamin"

For me to seep it

Okay, I"m ready to go play

I got the machette from OJ

I"m ready to make everyone"s throats ache

You faggots keep egging me on

Till I have you at knife point then you beg me to stop?

Shut up, give me your hands and feet

I said shut up when I"m talking to you

You hear me? Answer me

Or I"mma kill you

You don"t wanna fuck with me

Girls leave, you ain"t nothin" but a slut to me

Bitch, I"mma kill you

You don"t got the balls to beef

We ain"t gon" never stop beefin"

I don"t squash the beef

You better kill me

I"mma be another rapper dead

For poppin" off at the mouth with shit I shouldn"t have said

But when they kill me

I"m bringin" the world with me

Bitches too, you ain"t nothin" but a girl to me

I said you don"t wanna fuck with Shady

(Cause why?)

Cause Shady will fuckin" kill you

(Ha-ha)

You don"t wanna fuck with Shady

(Why not?)

Cause Shady will fuckin" kill you

Ha-ha-ha!

I"m just playin" ladies

You know I love you

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 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)

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

(grrrr, 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 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

startin shit like some 26-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 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 screamin, "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

Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay

Claimin 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

(AHHH!) 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 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

and 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 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?

faggot!

Talkin about I fabricated my past

He"s just aggravated I won"t ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)

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 - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL

Now your magazine shouldn"t have so much trouble to sell

Ahh fuck it, I"ll even buy a couple myself

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)

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)

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歌词：

Marshall Mathers

[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 fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?

Get the fuck out of here

Chorus One: Eminem

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)

[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 bitch won"t quit barkin

(grrrr, 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 shoulda been their"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 26-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 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 screamin, "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

Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay

Claimin 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

(AHHH!) 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 flaming faggots!

Chorus Two: Eminem

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)

[Eminem]

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?

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 her mattress

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

It doesn"t matter your {*attorney Fred Gibson"s a*} faggot!

Talkin about I fabricated my past

He"s just aggravated I won"t ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)

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 - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL

Now your magazine shouldn"t have so much trouble to sell

Ahh fuck it, I"ll even buy a couple myself

Chorus One (2X)