Marsh

Cm
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm
 out of it (Out of it)
Cm
'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm
 starting to sound like ALF a bit
Cm
Ha, I kill me, this medicine's 
counterfeit
Cm
I was mislead by the sound of it, 
how am I gonna get turnt up on this 
Valium shit? (Yeah)


[Verse 1]
Cm
Checked in at the Royal Garden
Cm
To chill and avoid my problems
Cm
Until paranoia caused me
Cm
To feel like I'm going bonkers
Cm
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
Cm
'Cause it just occurred
Cm
My girl's cheatin', I'm kickin' that
 fucking bitch to the curb
Cm
But the word "fucking" ain't meant 
to be a descriptive word
Cm
The type of bitch she is, ain't no 
adjective, it's a verb
Cm
Ho thinks her snatch is magical
Cm
But that's how she attracts men, 
though
Cm
Traps 'em and attack similar to an 
actual arachnid
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Or a vaginal tarantula or black 
widow
Cm
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
Cm
Been fire bitch, I can outrap 
Reynolds
Cm
A pad and pen'll be great, but a 
napkin'll do
Cm
Return of the whack sicko
Cm
Head spinnin' like Invisibl Skratch 
Piklz
Cm
Yeah, Shady's back, see the bat 
signal
Cm
It's time to go bat shit, like you 
accidentally ate a Louisville 
slugger and crapped it
Cm
I'd like to introduce myself
Cm
Hi there, bitch...


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[Chorus]
Cm
My name is Marsh and, I'm out this 
world (This world)
Cm
S on my chest (Superman) like it's 
plural (It's lit)
Cm
Call me extra, extraterrestrial
Cm
Extra, extra, extraterrestrial 
(Skrrt, yeah)


[Verse 2]
Cm
I could keep beefin', fuck is the 
point?
Cm
I could make it really difficult for
 motherfuckers to come to Detroit
Cm
If you're still looking for smoke, I
 already gave you an L
Cm
I'd rather just see you in Hell, but
 I should get Puff on the joint 
(Diddy)
Cm
Wait, run it back, I said give you 
an L, inhale
Cm
Puff on the joint, I am the blunt 
you avoid
Cm
Used to get jumped for my ProWings
Cm
When I was growing up they said a 
Slinky's a wonderful toy
Cm
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
Cm
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
Cm
Puddles are forming, I hear 
somebody's voice
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In my head, say it's still a dream
Cm
Then he said kill emcees
Cm
Trippie Redd, with pills and lean
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Sipping meds in the limousine
Cm
Getting head, guillotine


[Chorus]
Cm
My name’s Marsh and, I'm out this 
world (This world)
Cm
S on my chest (Superman) like it's 
plural (It's lit)
Cm
Call me extra, extraterrestrial 
(Yeah)
Cm
Extra, extra, extraterrestrial


[Verse 3]
Cm
Yeah
Cm
So all of y'all can just suck a 
penis (Suck a penis)
Cm
I'll do the opposite (I'll do the 
opposite)
Cm
Eat you pussies like cunnilingus 
(Like cunnilingus)
Cm
There ain't no stoppin' it (There 
ain't no stoppin' it)
Cm
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
Cm
I'm hittin' a lick 'cause she 
stickin' her tongue out (Bitch)
Cm
You got no hitters, you might be 
pitchin' a shut out
Cm
She 'bout to give up the dugout 
(Yeah)
Cm
I should just live in a nuthouse
Cm
Right now, I live in an igloo (Yeah)
Cm
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
Cm
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)
Cm
Like a fucking headstand (Yeah)
Cm
So why, w-w-why else would I call 
myself an alien?
Cm
How could I hit a dry spell? (Yeah),
 I'm named after the wetlands


[Chorus]
Cm
I'm Marsh and, I'm out this world 
(This world)
Cm
S on my chest (Superman) like it's 
plural (It's lit)
Cm
Call me extra, extraterrestrial 
(Yeah)
Cm
My name is Marsh and, my name is, my
 name is
Cm
My name is Marsh