[Intro]
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Cm
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it
'Cause with all this ABC shit, I'm startin' 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?
[Verse 1]
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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
Hoe 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 nothing to throw that little bitch with a capital B
Out the back window out 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't outrap Reynolds
A pad and a pen'll be great but a napkin'll do
Return of the whack sicko
Head spinnin' like Invisible 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
[Chorus (1)]
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My name is Marsh and, I'm out this world, this world
S on my chest like it's plural
Call me extra, extra terrestrial
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial
[Verse 2]
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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 on the joint
Wait, run it back, I said gave you an L, in hell
Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid
Used to get jumped for my ProWings
When I was growin' 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 MCs"
Trippie Redd, with pills on lean
Sippin' meds in the limousine
Getting head, guillotine
[Chorus (2)]
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My name's Marsh and, I'm out this world, this world
S on my chest like it's plural
Call me extra, extra terrestrial
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial
So all of y'all can just suck a penis
[Verse 3]
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I'll do the opposite
Eat you pussies like cunnilingus
There ain't no stopping it
They say I'm such a genius
When that Kamikaze hit
Now they call me "Butterfingers"
'Cause 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
You got no hitters, you might be pitchin' a shut out
She 'bout to give up the dug out
I should just live in a nut house
Right now, I live in an igloo
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, XClan and I'm a Treach fan
But I look up to myself
Like a fucking headstand
So why, wwwwhy else, would I call myself an alien?
How could I hit a dry spell, I'm named after the wetlands
[Chorus (3)]
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I'm Marsh and, I'm out this world, this world
S on my chest like it's plural
Call me extra, extra terrestrial
My name is Marsh and, my name is, my name is
My name is
