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