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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. 
            
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