Eminem — Marsh

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My name is Marsh and this world, I’m out of it (Out of it)

‘Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I’m starting to sound like Alf a bit

Ha, I kill me, this medicine’s counterfeit

I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)

 

Checked in at the Royal Garden

To chill and avoid my problems

Until paranoia caused me

To feel like I’m going bonkers

For real, think my toilet’s talkin’

I spilled like, like forty bottles

Of pills, think your boy is startin’

To feel like a spoiled carton of milk

‘Cause it just occurred

 

My girl’s cheatin’, I’m kickin’ that fucking bitch to the curb

But the word «fucking» ain’t meant to be a descriptive word

The type of bitch she is, ain’t no adjective, it’s a verb

Ho thinks her snatch is magical

But that’s how she attracts men, though

Traps ’em and attack similar to an actual arachnid

Or a vaginal tarantula or black widow

In fact it’ll be nothin’ to throw that lil’ bitch with a capital B out the back window

Of the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo

When I’m strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet

 

A halfwit, I’ll aim at, then I’ll

Been fire bitch, I can outrap Reynolds

A pad and pen’ll be great, but a napkin’ll do

Return of the whack sicko

Head spinnin’ like Invisibl Skratch Piklz

Yeah, Shady’s back, see the bat signal

It’s time to go bat shit, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger and crapped it

I’d like to introduce myself

Hi there, bitch…

 

My name is Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)

Call me extra, extra terrestrial

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial (Skrrt, yeah)

 

I could keep beefin’, fuck is the point?

I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to Detroit

If you’re still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L

I’d rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint (Diddy)

Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, inhale

Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid

Used to get jumped for my ProWings

When I was growing up they said a Slinky’s a wonderful toy

My mother thought I was such a fun little boy

«Oh, what a bundle of joy»

 

Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin

From a tantrum I was throwing

Like a motherfuckin’ disgruntled employee

I don’t cut the beat ’til I fuckin’ destroy it

Once I get going, rain, thunder, it’s storming

Puddles are forming, I hear somebody’s voice

In my head, say it’s still a dream

Then he said kill emcees

Trippie Redd, with pills and lean

Sipping meds in the limousine

Getting head, guillotine

 

My name’s Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)

Call me extra, extra terrestrial (Yeah)

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

 

Yeah

So all of y’all can just suck a penis (Suck a penis)

I’ll do the opposite (I’ll do the opposite)

Eat you pussies like cunnilingus (Like cunnilingus)

There ain’t no stoppin’ it (There ain’t no stoppin’ it)

They say I’m such a genius (They say I’m such a genius)

When that Kamikaze hit (When that Kamikaze hit)

Now they call me «butter fingers» (They call me «butter fingers»)

‘Cause I just keep droppin’ shit (I just keep droppin’ shit)

 

You wanna butt heads? Shut up, Beavis, ha ha

I got your bitch with her butt out

I’m hittin’ a lick ’cause she stickin’ her tongue out (Bitch)

You got no hitters, you might be pitchin’ a shut out

She ’bout to give up the dug out (Yeah)

I should just live in a nut house

Right now, I live in an igloo (Yeah)

And I’m not chillin’ the fuck out

 

Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild with red hair and

Plus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread man

I’m a stan of Redman, X-Clan and I’m a Treach fan

But I look up to myself (Yeah)

Like a fucking headstand (Yeah)

So why, w-w-why else, would I call myself an alien?

How could I hit a dry spell? (Yeah), I’m named after the wet lands

 

I’m Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)

Call me extra, extra terrestrial (Yeah)

My name is Marsh and, my name is, my name is

My name is Marsh