Marsh - Eminem

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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 startin' to sound like alphabet
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?

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 fuckin' bitch to the curb
But the word "fuckin'" 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 and who traps 'em and attack similar to an actual arachnid
Tarantua or black widow
In fact it'll be nothing to throw that lil' bitch with a cap [?] at the back window out the black Cadillac like a whack demo
When I'm strapped but I spit rapid, like a ratchet I have [?] mad venom
Been fire bitch, I can't outrap [?]
Apparently it'll be great but I'm not [?]
Return of the whack sicko
Head spinnin' like invisible scratch pickles
Yeah, Shady's back, see the bat signal
It's time to go bat shit, like you accidentally hit a Louisville sluggerin'
Crapped it, I'd like to introduce myself
Hi there, bitch my name is-

[Chorus]
My name is Marshall, I'm out this world (This world)
S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural
Call me extra, extra terrestrial
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

I could keep beefing
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 out of the joint (Diddy)
Wait, run it back, I said gave you an L, in hell
Puff all on the joint, I am the plonge you avoid
Used to get jumped for my points
When I was growin' up they said that slickeys are wonderful toy
My mother thought I was such a fond little boy
I was a bundle of joy
Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin
From the tension [?]
Like a motherfuckin' [?] employee, I don't cut the beat till I fuckin' destroy it
Once I get going
I hear somebody's voice

Trippie Redd

Getting head, guillotiune

[Chorus]
I'd like to introduce myself, hi there, bitch, my name is Marshall, I'm out this world
S on my chest (Superman) like it's
Call me extra, extra terrestrial
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

So all of y'all can just suck a penis
Eat you pussies like cunnilingus, there ain't no stopping it

Now they call me "Butter fingers"

You got no hitters

I should just
Right now, I live in an igloo and I'm not

I
Treat you like a stepparent
I'm a stan of Redman

But I look up to myself like a fucking headstand

How could I hit a

[Chorus]
I'd like to introduce myself, hi there, bitch, my name is Marshall, I'm out this world
S on my chest (Superman) like it's
Call me extra, extra terrestrial
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial
My name is Marsh, and

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