Marsh

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 startin' to sound like alphabet

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?

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 fuckin' bitch to the curb

But the word "fuckin'" 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 and who 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 at the back window out the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo

When I'm strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet

I have [?]

Been fire bitch, I can't outrap Reynolds

Apparently it'll be great but a napkin'll do

Return of the whack sicko

Head spinnin' like invisible scratch pickles

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-

My name is Martian, I'm out this world (This world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural

Call me extra, extra terrestrial

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

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 gave you an L, in hell

Puff on the joint, I am the plonge you avoid

Used to get jumped for my pro wings

When I was growin' 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 the tantrum I was throwing

Like a motherfuckin' disgruntled employee, I don't cut the beat till I fuckin' destroy it

Once I get going rain thunder it's storming

Puddles are forming, I hear somebody's voice

In my head said it's still a dream

Then he said kill emcee's

Trippie Redd, with pills on lean

Sippin' meds in the limousine

Getting head, guillotine

My name is Martian, I'm out this world (this world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural

Call me extra, extra terrestrial

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

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 hits (when that kamikaze hits)

Now they call me: Butter fingers (they call me: Butter fingers)

'Cause I just keep droppin' shit (I just keep droppin' shit)

You wanna butt heads?, shut up Beavis, ha ha

I got your bitch with her butt out

I'm hittin' a lick and she stickin' her tongue out

You got no hitters, you might be pitchin' a shut out

She 'bout to give up the dug out

I should just live in a nut house

Right now, I live in an igloo (yeah)

And I'm not chillin' 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, ex 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 wet lands

I'm Martian, I'm out this world (this world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural

Call me extra, extra terrestrial

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

My name is Martian, my name is, my name is

My name is Marsh