Eminem – Marsh (Guitar)

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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)

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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...

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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)

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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

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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

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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

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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