Peak
83
Weeks
1
Score
61
Chart Year
2020
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On “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. Although mentioning that he has no interest in beefing with any more artists, Em does take the opportunity to imitate modern-day rappers, especially Travis Scott, by using auto-tuned ad-libs in the chorus, including Scott’s signature “It’s Lit!” ad-lib.
[Intro] 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) [Verse 1] 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 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 nothin' 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 spinnin' 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... [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] I could keep beefin', 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 motherfuckin' disgruntled employee I don't cut the beat 'til I fuckin' 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 You might also like Lock It Up Eminem Farewell Eminem Never Love Again Eminem [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 stoppin' it (There ain't no stoppin' 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 "butterfingers" (They call me "butterfingers") 'Cause I just keep droppin' shit (I just keep droppin' shit) You wanna butt heads? Shut up, Beavis, haha I got your bitch with her butt out I'm hittin' a lick 'cause she stickin' her tongue out (Bitch) You got no hitters, you might be pitchin' a shut out She 'bout to give up the dugout (Yeah) I should just live in a nuthouse 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, X-Clan and I'm a Treach fan But I look up to myself (Yeah) Like a fucking headstand (Yeah) So why, w-w-w-why else would I call myself an alien? How could I hit a dry spell? (Yeah), I'm named after the wetlands [Chorus] 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
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Feb 1, 2020 | 83 | 43 |