Marsh Lyrics – Eminem
In “Marsh,” Eminem compares himself to aliens and uses the hyperbole of being a martian to express that he’s figuratively out of this world. Em further backs up his claim by rapping three witty verses to prove his point.| Song Name : | Marsh |
| Album / Movie : | Music to Be Murdered By |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
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 alphabetHa! I kill me, this medicine’s counterfeitI was misled by the sound of itHow am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)
Checked in at the Royal GardenTo chill and avoid my problemsUntil paranoia caused me to feel like I’m going bonkersFor real, think my toilet’s talkin’I spilled like, like forty bottles of pillsThink your boy is startin’ to feel like a spoiled carton of milk
‘Cause it just occurredMy girl’s cheatin’, I’m kickin’ that fuckin’ bitch to the curbBut the word fuckin’ ain’t meant to be a descriptive wordThe type of bitch she is ain’t no adjective, it’s a verb
Hoe thinks her snatch is magical, but that’s how she attractsMen and who traps ’em and attack similar to an actual arachnidOr a vaginal tarantula or black widow
In fact, it’ll be nothing to throw that lil’ Bitch with a capitalB out the back window out the black Cadillac limo like a whack demoWhen I’m strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchetA halfwit I’ll aim at then I’llBeen fire bitch, I can’t outrap ReynoldsA pad and pen’d be great but a napkin’ll doReturn of the whack sickoHead spinnin’ like invisible scratch picklesYeah, Shady’s back, see the bat signalIt’s time to go bat shitLike you accidentally ate a LouisvilleSlugger and crapped it, I’d like to introduce myselfHi 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, extra terrestrialExtra, extra, extra terrestrial
Yeah, I could keep beefin’Fuck is the point?I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to DetroitIf you’re still looking for smoke, I already gave you an LI’d rather just see you in hell butI should get puff on the joint (Diddy)Wait, run it back, I said gave you an L, in hellPuff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoidUsed to get jumped for my poemsWhen I was growin’ up they said a slinky’s a wonderful toy
My mother thought I was such a fun little boyOh, what a bundle of joy!Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groinFrom the tantrum I was throwing
Like a motherfuckin’ disgruntled employeeI don’t cut the beat ’til I fuckin’ destroy itOnce I get going rain thunder it’s stormingPuddles are forming, I hear somebody’s voice
In my head say it’s still a dreamThen he said kill emcee’sTrippie Redd, with pills on leanSippin’ meds in the limousineGetting head, guillotine
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, extra terrestrialExtra, extra, extra terrestrial
YeahSo 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 droppin’ shit (I just keep droppin’ shit)You wanna butt heads? Shut up Beavis, ha ha
I got your bitch with her butt outI’m hittin’ a lick and she stickin’ her tongue outYou got no hitters, you might be pitchin’ a shut outShe ’bout to give up the dug outI should just live in a nut houseRight 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 andPlus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread manI’m a stan of Redman, ex clan and I’m a Treach fanBut 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 Marsh and, I’m out this world (this world)S on my chest (Superman) like it’s pluralCall me extra, extra terrestrialMy name is Marsh and, my name is, my name isMy name is Marsh