My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (Out of it)
'Cause with all this A-B-C sh*t, 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 sh*t? (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 fu*king b*tch to the curb
But the word "fu*king" ain't meant to be a descriptive word
The type of b*tch 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' b*tch 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 b*tch, 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 sh*t, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger and crapped it
I'd like to introduce myself
Hi there, b*tch...
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', fu*k is the point?
I could make it really difficult for motherfu*kers 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 motherfu*kin' disgruntled employee
I don't cut the beat 'til I fu*kin' 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 su*k a penis (su*k 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 "bu*ter fingers" (They call me "bu*ter fingers")
'Cause I just keep droppin' sh*t (I just keep droppin' sh*t)
You wanna bu*t heads? Shut up, Beavis, ha ha
I got your b*tch with her bu*t out
I'm hittin' a lick 'cause she stickin' her tongue out (b*tch)
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 fu*k 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 fu*king 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