Dre: Marshall...sounds like an S.O.S
Eminem: Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right
Dre: To the rapmobile...Let's go

Marshall!
Marshall!

Eminem: Bitches and gentlemen, It's showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up /
Introducing the star of our show…his name is...

Marshall!

Eminem: You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now / So
without further ado, I bring to you

Marshall!

Verse 1
You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest, more rawest form, flow almost
flawless/most hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but
good old Doc is BACK/Looks like Batman brought his own Robin. Oh god, Sadam's
got his own Laden/ wit' his own private plane, his own pilot, set to blow
college dorm rooms doors off the hinges/oranges, peach, pears, plums syringes.
Vnnnn vnnnn, yeah here I come, I'm inches/ away from you, dear fear none, hip
hop is in a state of nine-one-one so...

Chorus X2
Lets get down to business. I don't got no time to play around what is this/Must
be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a
witness? HELL YEAH!

Verse 2
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles. Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat
syllables/look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone. Time to
get rid of these rap criminals/So skip to your lou while I do what I do best.
You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it/Flows too wet, nobody close
to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit/ the most hated on out
of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all/ So
much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks
, who cooks and cleans/it just means so much more to so much more people when
you're rappin' and you know what for/the show must go on. So I'd like to welcome
y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival, C'mon! Now...

Chorus X2

Verse 3
Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you
already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the
center eight-zero-zero/you can even call collect, the most feared duet, since me
and Elton played career Russian Roulette/and never even see me blink or get to
bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to the set/just to get
to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beats and be so
breezy/Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy?/ Turn on
these beats, MC's don't see me. Believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve/when we
leave, dog, fo' sheezy. Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me/ Till we grow
beards, get weird, and disappear into the mountains. Nothin' but clowns down
here/but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo Dre. . . What up? Can I get a
Hell? Hell Yeah!/ Now...

Chorus X2

Refrain X2
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall! / Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall!

Outro
So there you have it folks, Marshall has come to save the day/Back with his
friend Andre, and to remind you that bullshit does not pay/ Because Marshall!
And Andre are here to stay and never go away until our dying day until we're old
and grey/ Marshall! So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap
channel, Good night everyone, Thank you for coming/Your host for the evening. .
. Marshall! Oh...

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