Marsh
(专辑: Music To Be Murdered By - 2020)
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (Out of it) 'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, 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 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 talking I
spilled like, like forty bottles Of pills, think your boy is starting To feel like a
spoiled carton of milk 'Cause it just occurred My girl's cheating, I'm kicking 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 nothing 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 spinning 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 introduce 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 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 (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
motherfucking disgruntled employee I
don't cut the
beat 'til I
fucking 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, 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 stopping it (There ain't no stopping 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 "butter-fingers" (They call me "butter-fingers") 'Cause I
just keep dropping shit (I just keep dropping shit) You wanna butt heads? Shut up, Beavis, ha ha I
got your bitch with her butt out I'm hitting a
lick 'cause she sticking her tongue out (Bitch) You got no hitters, you might be pitching a
shut out She 'bout to give up the
dug-out (Yeah) I
should just live in a
nuthouse Right now, I
live in an igloo (Yeah) And I'm not chilling 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, X-Clan and I'm a
Treach fan But I
look up to myself (Yeah) Like a
fucking 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
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