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Marsh Lyrics By Eminem

    my name is marsh and this world i’m out of it out of it
    ’cause withallthis abc shiti’m starting to sound like alfa 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 duce 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 extraterrestrial
    extra extra extraterrestrial 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 names marsh and i’m out this world this world
    s on my chest superman like it’s plural it’s lit
    call me extra extraterrestrial yeah
    extra extra extraterrestrial

    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 butterfingers they call me butterfingers
    ’cause i just keep droppin’ shit i just keep droppin’ shit
    you wanna butt heads shut up beavis haha
    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 dugout yeah
    i should just live in a nuthouse
    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 xclan and i’m a treach fan
    but i look up to myself yeah
    like a fucking headstand yeah
    so why wwwwhy else would i call myself an alien
    how could i hit a dry spell yeah i’m named after the wetlands

    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 extraterrestrial yeah
    my name is marsh and my name is my name is
    my name is marsh

    Artist: Eminem

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 426