Marsh

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- 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