| My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (Out of it)
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| 'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm starting to sound like Alf a bit
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| Ha, I kill me, this medicine's counterfeit
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| I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? |
| (Yeah)
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| Checked in at the Royal Garden
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| To chill and avoid my problems
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| Until paranoia caused me
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| To feel like I'm going bonkers
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| For real, think my toilet's talkin'
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| I spilled like, like forty bottles
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| Of pills, think your boy is startin'
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| To feel like a spoiled carton of milk
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| 'Cause it just occurred
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| My girl's cheatin', I'm kickin' that fucking bitch to the curb
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| But the word "fucking" ain't meant to be a descriptive word
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| The type of bitch she is, ain't no adjective, it's a verb
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| Ho thinks her snatch is magical
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| But that's how she attracts men, though
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| Traps 'em and attack similar to an actual arachnid
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| Or a vaginal tarantula or black widow
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| In fact it'll be nothin' to throw that lil' bitch with a capital B out the back window
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| Of the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo
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| When I'm strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet
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| A halfwit, I'll aim at, then I'll
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| Been fire bitch, I can outrap Reynolds
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| A pad and pen'll be great, but a napkin'll do
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| Return of the whack sicko
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| Head spinnin' like Invisibl Skratch Piklz
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| Yeah, Shady's back, see the bat signal
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| It's time to go bat shit, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger and crapped it
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| I'd like to introduce myself
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| Hi there, bitch...
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| My name is Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
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| S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (It's lit)
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| Call me extra, extra terrestrial
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| Extra, extra, extra terrestrial (Skrrt, yeah)
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| I could keep beefin', fuck is the point?
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| I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to Detroit
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| If you're still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L
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| I'd rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint (Diddy)
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| Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, inhale
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| Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid
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| Used to get jumped for my ProWings
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| When I was growing up they said a Slinky's a wonderful toy
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| My mother thought I was such a fun little boy
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| "Oh, what a bundle of joy"
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| Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin
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| From a tantrum I was throwing
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| Like a motherfuckin' disgruntled employee
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| I don't cut the beat 'til I fuckin' destroy it
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| Once I get going, rain, thunder, it's storming
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| Puddles are forming, I hear somebody's voice
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| In my head, say it's still a dream
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| Then he said kill emcees
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| Trippie Redd, with pills and lean
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| Sipping meds in the limousine
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| Getting head, guillotine
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| My name’s Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
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| S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (It's lit)
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| Call me extra, extra terrestrial (Yeah)
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| Extra, extra, extra terrestrial
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| Yeah
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| So all of y'all can just suck a penis (Suck a penis)
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| I'll do the opposite (I'll do the opposite)
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| Eat you pussies like cunnilingus (Like cunnilingus)
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| There ain't no stoppin' it (There ain't no stoppin' it)
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| They say I'm such a genius (They say I'm such a genius)
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| When that Kamikaze hit (When that Kamikaze hit)
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| Now they call me "butter fingers" (They call me "butter fingers")
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| 'Cause I just keep droppin' shit (I just keep droppin' shit)
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| You wanna butt heads? |
| Shut up, Beavis, ha ha
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| I got your bitch with her butt out
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| I'm hittin' a lick 'cause she stickin' her tongue out (Bitch)
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| You got no hitters, you might be pitchin' a shut out
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| She 'bout to give up the dug out (Yeah)
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| I should just live in a nut house
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| Right now, I live in an igloo (Yeah)
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| And I'm not chillin' the fuck out
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| Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild with red hair and
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| Plus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread man
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| I'm a stan of Redman, X-Clan and I'm a Treach fan
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| But I look up to myself (Yeah)
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| Like a fucking headstand (Yeah)
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| So why, w-w-why else, would I call myself an alien?
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| How could I hit a dry spell? |
| (Yeah), I'm named after the wet lands
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| I'm Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
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| S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (It's lit)
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| Call me extra, extra terrestrial (Yeah)
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| My name is Marsh and, my name is, my name is
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| My name is Marsh |