[Intro]
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My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (Out of it)
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'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm starting to sound like ALF a bit
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Ha, I kill me, this medicine's counterfeit
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I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
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Checked in at the Royal Garden
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To chill and avoid my problems
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Until paranoia caused me
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To feel like I'm going bonkers
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For real, think my toilet's talkin'
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I spilled like, like forty bottles
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Of pills, think your boy is startin'
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To feel like a spoiled carton of milk
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'Cause it just occurred
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My girl's cheatin', I'm kickin' that fucking bitch to the curb
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But the word "fucking" ain't meant to be a descriptive word
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The type of bitch she is, ain't no adjective, it's a verb
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Ho thinks her snatch is magical
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But that's how she attracts men, though
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Traps 'em and attack similar to an actual arachnid
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Or a vaginal tarantula or black widow
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In fact, it'll be nothin' to throw that lil' bitch with a capital B out the back window
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Of the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo
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When I'm strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet
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A halfwit, I'll aim at, then I'll
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Been fire bitch, I can outrap Reynolds
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A pad and pen'll be great, but a napkin'll do
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Return of the whack sicko
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Head spinnin' like Invisibl Skratch Piklz
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Yeah, Shady's back, see the bat signal
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It's time to go bat shit, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger and crapped it
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I'd like to introduce myself
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Hi there, bitch...
[Chorus]
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My name is Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
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S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (It's lit)
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Call me extra, extraterrestrial
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Extra, extra, extraterrestrial (Skrrt, yeah)
[Verse 2]
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I could keep beefin', fuck is the point?
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I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to Detroit
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If you're still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L
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I'd rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint (Diddy)
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Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, inhale
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Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid
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Used to get jumped for my ProWings
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When I was growing up they said a Slinky's a wonderful toy
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My mother thought I was such a fun little boy
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"Oh, what a bundle of joy"
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Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin
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From a tantrum I was throwing
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Like a motherfuckin' disgruntled employee
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I don't cut the beat 'til I fuckin' destroy it
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Once I get going, rain, thunder, it's storming
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Puddles are forming, I hear somebody's voice
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In my head, say it's still a dream
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Then he said kill emcees
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Trippie Redd, with pills and lean
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Sipping meds in the limousine
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Getting head, guillotine
[Chorus]
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My name's Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
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S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (It's lit)
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Call me extra, extraterrestrial (Yeah)
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Extra, extra, extraterrestrial
[Verse 3]
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Yeah
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So all of y'all can just suck a penis (Suck a penis)
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I'll do the opposite (I'll do the opposite)
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Eat you pussies like cunnilingus (Like cunnilingus)
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There ain't no stoppin' it (There ain't no stoppin' it)
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They say I'm such a genius (They say I'm such a genius)
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When that Kamikaze hit (When that Kamikaze hit)
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Now they call me "butterfingers" (They call me "butterfingers")
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'Cause I just keep droppin' shit (I just keep droppin' shit)
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You wanna butt heads? Shut up, Beavis, haha
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I got your bitch with her butt out
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I'm hittin' a lick 'cause she stickin' her tongue out (Bitch)
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You got no hitters, you might be pitchin' a shut out
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She 'bout to give up the dugout (Yeah)
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I should just live in a nuthouse
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Right now, I live in an igloo (Yeah)
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And I'm not chillin' the fuck out
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Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild with red hair and
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Plus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread man
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I'm a stan of Redman, X-Clan and I'm a Treach fan
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But I look up to myself (Yeah)
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Like a fucking headstand (Yeah)
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So why, w-w-why else would I call myself an alien?
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How could I hit a dry spell? (Yeah), I'm named after the wetlands
[Chorus]
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I'm Marsh and, I'm out this world (This world)
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S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (It's lit)
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Call me extra, extraterrestrial (Yeah)
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My name is Marsh and, my name is, my name is
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My name is Marsh
