My name is Marshall I'm repping that motherfucking Motor City, bitch) I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet Began to trend-set, murdered the friend's pet Made shit as ill as it can get went in depth Like a fucking vignette and two bars skins wet I'm already covered in sweat I wasn't even ready to come in yet AHH, let me set this drink down Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile And "Rap God" was a freestyle Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on the couch And I'm freestyling now I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul Cause shit I'm thinking about should be illegal I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland Ohi- And went to South Beach with his talents Scream "fuck you" on the way out and wink with a smile This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going back deep underground But right now I'm back on that bullshit and you I'm singling out Cause you're so fucking outdated you should mingle a while What the fuck is this clusterfuck of busters Bunch of Buster Douglas', motherfuckers is one hit wonders One swing and you're crowned Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingling now You think you fucking with me cause you sold like 300 thou Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd And heave a child in a sink hole on Cinco De Mayo When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo Mardi Gras beads in a towel I just made that up I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual But I'll show you a Mexican stand off Between just these two amigos Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking outloud But I sure as fuck think I know how rebody English, no doubt Cause we're trying to kill each other, but lyrically The fuck is humility? What is a real emcee? Royce, he came up in the shit with me Never spit that hustling shit, it wasn't a fit for me Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me Just not giving a fuck and plus with the history And muscular distrophy, it wasn't a mystery Why this middle finger was stuck in this upper-positioning So what in the fuck is a list to me? I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em Heck, man, I get my respect without 'em Ain't really been into diamonds since I put my first record out But I could put a chain around my second album And wear it as a neck medallion Became a millionaire, went downhill from there Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware Screaming life is still unfair til I get a real career The fuck am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling Two gazillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in And a mood to kill till I plow my Coupe de Ville To some children at the food pavilion and Build-A-Bear Warrior's mind, I’m pro-hydrocodone euphoria In the drug emporium line, I'm soaring I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time ignoring the warning signs Full on untill I go four wheeler driving Gory and violent and horrifying You surely won't find a more important With this glorious rhyme with But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up I usually am abusive, but excuse me, m'am I guess I must've threw you for a loop like toucan Sam When I said I could use the sample cause you'se a tramp But look how you react to this trigger like When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam You playing right in Lex Luthor's hands It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan But fuck it, Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed In his pooper with l