Marsh

My name is Marsh and this world I'm 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?

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 talking

I spilled like, like forty bottles of pills

Think your boy is starting to feel like a spoiled carton of milk

'Cause it just occurred

My girl's cheatin', I'm kicking 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 and who traps 'em and attacks

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 of a black Cadillac limo, like a wack demo

When I'm strapped, when I spit rapid like a ratchet, a halfwit, I'll aim at

Then I'll open fire, bitch I can outrap Reynolds

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

Return of the wack 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

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural

Call me extra, extra terrestrial

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

I could keep beefin', fuck is the point?

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

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

I'd rather just see you in hell

But I should get Puff on a joint (Diddy)

Wait, run it back, I said give you an "L" in hell, puff on a joint

I am the blunt you avoid

Used to get jumped for my Pro-Wings

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 motherfucking disgruntled employee

I don't cut the beat till 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 M.C.'s"

Trippie Redd with pills and lean, sipping meds in a limousine

Getting head, guillotine

My name is Marsh and I'm out this world

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural

Call me extra, extra terrestrial

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

So all of y'all can just suck a penis

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 keeping dropping shit

You wanna "Buttheads", (Shut up Beavis, haha)

I got your bitch with her butt out, I'm hitting a lick 'cause she's sticking her tongue out

You got no hitters, you might be pitching a shutout

She 'bout to give up the dugout

I should just live in the nut house

Right now, I live in an igloo and I'm not chillin' the fuck out

Treat you like a step-parent

Does to a step-child 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 like a fuckin' headstand

So why-wh-wh-wh-why else would I call myself an alien?

How could I hit a dry spell? I'm named after the wetlands

I'm Marsh and I'm out this world

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural

Call me extra, extra terrestrial

My name is Marsh and

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