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[Intro] 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] 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] 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] 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] 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] 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] 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
[Intro] | 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] 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] 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] 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] 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] 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] 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
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